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Chapter 7:
He ran through the jungle at full speed. His heart was beating out of his chest, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. To stop could possibly sentencing her to death. So he kept running. Ahead of him, he could see the line where the Jungle met the Beach. He stumbled, as he ran over the hot, and blinding sand. He quickly reached his tent, and pulled back the tarp, in such haste, that it was pulled clean off, from where it was attached, from the rest of the structure.
He cursed, as he rummaged through his stash. He knew he had it. Kate's passport. He had been reading through it, just days ago. He remembered when he had found it. It was the same time he pulled the gun and badge off of the marshal, but those weren't the only things he had discovered, whilst going through the mans pockets. He also came across a piece of white photocopy paper, folded in four. He remembered the shock he had gotten, when he unfolded the paper, and saw. It. The mug shot of her. Kate. It was the one thing he couldn't bring himself to take. He barely even knew her, but he still knew that if he did take it, it would be worth more trouble than it was worth.
He was drawn out of his thoughts, by the sight of a small blue-black booklet, it the corner of his tent. The thing that he had been looking for. The passport.
He dashed over to it, and let out a sigh of relief. Opening the front page of the small book, he gawked for a second, over the beauty of the woman in the picture. She was the most beautiful person, he had ever seen. Both inside and out. With much difficulty
He pulled himself away from the image, in search of what he was originally looking for.
Turning through the wilted pages before him, he came across the information.
Full Name: Katherine Margaret Austin
D.O.B: 17 September 1981
Blood Type: A negative
That was it. A negative. Snatching up the passport, he ran out of his tent, and back towards the caves, knowing that the longer he took getting back to her, the higher the chance, of her, not pulling through.
After a good 5 minutes of running the path to the caves, he saw the cave, where Kate was being looked after. He sped up, but came to a screeching halt, as he looked at the sight in front of him.
Jack was standing over Kate, performing C.P.R, tears streaming down his face. It was too much for Sawyer to bare. He fell to his knee's, tears forming in his eyes, as he whispered under his breath, "Kate"
