Jack lowered the aim of his rifle after receiving humor inside him. It was Hurley. Out of all the things that were lurking the jungle Jack found Hurley.
"Hey dude." Hurley got back to his feet and walked over to Jack.
"Hurley, where have you been? Sawyer said that you were killed by Ben's people when you tried to escape their camp."
"They tried man." Hurley revealed a bullet wound that was now completely healed but still showed a slight mark form where the bullet hit.
The led mark was right on the top of Hurley's shoulder. Red heat marks "defended" the permanent scar on Hugo's shoulder.
"I managed to escape I think it was this morning. They practically let me escape, I thought it as an awkward moment," Hurley said, scratching his chin in confusion.
Jack nodded. Sawyer had never mentioned any of Ben allowing him to escape. Sawyer made it sound as if he was daring and cunning, unlike Hurley who told the solid truth, and nothing less or nothing more.
"Okay. Well the beach isn't far behind me. Will you be able to make it back by yourself?"
"Sure dude. But why are you heading into the jungle?" Hurley asked. Hugo scratched his head in curiosity.
"Just…uh… um… gathering some fruit for the next week," Jack stuttered. This was a lie and Hugo knew that it was. Jack never collected the fruit, Desmond or Locke usually did and Desmond wasn't at the beach. He had disappeared a little over a week and half ago.
"Okay dude. See ya tomorrow then, I guess." Hurley brushed past Jack and headed back for the beach.
"Damn Hurley," Jack mumbled. He grabbed his drink flask from his backpack and dropped his rifle on the long grass that had grown to knee-length.
AS Jack preciously sipped the water from the bottle for refreshment, the sirens played again and voice joined into the hypnotic chorus.
"Jaaack… Jaaaack….Jaaaack….Jaaaack," The voice whispered. It sounded like a femine boice, leading him to believe that it was a female.
"Who is it!? What do you want from me!?" Jack shouted, tossing his flash into the bushes.
"We want you!"