Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I'm simply continuing the plot of a show I ship obsessively.
Chapter One.
Jack was in shock.
He really thought he'd had this girl figured out. Alicia had been a bit untrusting of him after his radio stunt, but they had talked it out, hadn't they? Hadn't he just been about to whisk her away from all of this hell, and run away together? He hadn't planned on Reed fucking up. Wasn't that psycho told to drop the family off on land somewhere and report back with the Abigail? Everything was a mess now. Reed's ego got him into real trouble this time, and there was nothing that could be done to fix it. Although, if Jack was honest with himself, he really didn't care too much what would become of Alicia's group. They were terrible people.
He had counted on Connor to be distracted by the hostage exchange long enough for he and Alicia to slip away and one of the small motor boats, unnoticed. They would then locate a bigger vessel to take over. The pair had written down coordinates of a few promising options earlier that day.
He had only a vague idea of where they would have gone. He was never going to take her to find her family. He lied. But the fear in her eyes, the desperation in her shaking voice; he couldn't say no to her. Though he had hoped that once they were far enough away from everyone, with no chance of escaping, she would come to understand that she was better off without those people. They may be her family, but they're no good. Selfish. Dangerous. Broken.
But Alicia... Alicia is special. He just wanted to protect her. Why couldn't she see that?
He stood on the ship's bow and peered below, making out the figure of Connor screaming in terror, his arm bleeding out. His men had managed to yank a snarling corpse off of him, restraining the monster on the ground until Connor could give them orders. If Jack listened closely, he could still faintly hear the motor of Alicia's getaway heading back to the Abigail. He had half a mind to jump in to the water after her.
Connor was kneeling, slouched over his gushing arm, his cries of pain becoming more controlled, with rapid breathing taking it's place.
"Reed...", The man croaked.
Jack considered if Connor might live.
'Who am I kidding?' He thought, scoffing to himself. No one survives a bite.
Jack wondered vaguely if zombie spit was enough to kill a person.
"Jack."
Jack's head whipped around. Alex walked over to where he was standing, and she glanced down at the scene, her expression unperturbed. She held no sympathy for the bitten man or his dead brother. She looked up at Jack, their eyes meeting with mutual determination.
"If we're going to do this, we need to leave now."
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