Hurley just kept trekking through the rain, not truly caring if he got wet. It was not as though he could have avoided the elements anyways. He had the rusty golf club over his shoulder, staring ahead, bored, when he saw something sticking out of the ground. He stopped, staring at it for a moment, and then went over and took a closer look at it.
It was a javelin.
"Whoa," he said, pulling it out of the ground and dropping his golf club. "Dude, that's awesome." He looked it over and then noticed that the sharp point had been broken slightly, tiny splinters fraying from the tip. "Whoa," he said again, touching it.
A crackling of dampened leaves reached his ears, and he brandished the spear. A moment later, Sayid emerged from the underbrush, carrying a limp Shannon in his arms, tears spilling down his cheeks, a frighteningly angry expression across his usually placid face. Upon seeing Hurley brandishing the javelin, he stopped short, staring at him.
"Oh sorry man, my bad." Hurley apologized, retreating the javelin, "I thought you were, like, Ethan or somethin' you know what I –"
"You killed her." Sayid said, his voice shaking, as he stared at Hurley holding the weapon.
"What?" Hurley glanced down at the newly-found javelin. "Look, I don't know what you're talkin' about, dude, but I know I didn't kill anybody."
"You killed Shannon!" Two tears slid down Sayid's cheeks, easily distinguishable from the rain that poured down on them. "WHY DID YOU KILL HER!" he shrieked, and Shannon's head bobbed as his arms shook violently.