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Running.

That's how they were most likely to travel through the "Magical Forest",as now was a normal custom. When whatever was out there came close by,you ran. This time it was wolves. But not just any wolves. Snow wolves. As in wolves that belonged in colder reigons.

Charlie was,in Sawyer's opinion,the one to blame. In Sawyer's words,he had wandered offafter they had found the place that the french woman's transmission had probly been recorded in,gotten lost and,as people normally do,got scared. And the wolves,as they are known to do,smelt fear,followed it,and almost had Charlie for dinner.

The good thing is,no matter how stupid Charlie may seem,he did the smart thing and ran when he heard dogs scratching at the door of the room he was in,but the wolves followed. Later,when they got back to the encampment,Sawyer discovered that the wolves had also smelt blood.

Charlie had cut his hand open,and as the crimson liquid that had already spilt to the flooratracted the hungry wolves,he wrapped it up in some guaze he foung in a med kit that he really wouldn't have opened if it weren't nessasary. After quickly bandaging up his hand,he put the case in the book-bag he had found and emptied on the beach. It had been full of electric things and a surprisingly large stash of choclate.

He had given Sayid the electric things and let Hurly dish out the choclate bars. After that,he,Jack,Kate,Sawyer,Boone,Shannon,and Michel had treacked into the forest. They were aiming to find the tail end,and discovered it had smashed near a building.

But the thing they were doing mostly was running. They had collected alot of food and some medical suplies. They also discovered everyone on the tail end had dissapeared. There was no way to tell if they had survived or not.

By the time they had stopped running,they were out of breathe, Charlie took off the sack and let it fall a little ways to the ground. The next thing he knew,he was on the ground,Sawyer pinning him down. He had hold of Charlie's wrists,and had his arms spread. Sawyer sat on his knees,breathing hard.

"What the hell were you thinking?! You almost got yourself and all of us killed!" He yelled,cuasing Kate,Jack,Shannon,and Michel to jump. Charlie just stared up. He didn't know how to respond. He didn't think he really could respond. Sawyer was cutting the circulation to his wrists off. "I got spearated from you guys,okay? Now ge' off me!"

"Give me the truth!"

"Ge' off a' me!"

"Not until you give me an aswer!"

"Ge' the hell offa' me right now,damnit!"

"Sawyer!"

Jack had interupted the argument. He glowered at Sawyer,holding down the younger,struggling fingure.

"Let him up. Now."

"Not until he gives me an aswer!"

"I already told ya,I got separated from you guys!"

"LIAR!"

In one quick motion,he slapped Charlie,then repinned his wrist against the cold ground. His head turned slowly back. His large eyes were now wider than before,and his pale skin now had crimson mark. An almost invisible tear rolled down from his eye,falling and mixing with the dirt.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." Charlie said. Sawyer stood up,unable to fully comprhend what he had just done. Slowly,he picked up the bag full of suplies he had collected,and shoved it into Jack's hands,then walked off angrily.

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