The Outsiders Chapter 4
Walt lay on the ground passed out. A man who having heard Vincent's barking, ran up upon seeing Walt motionless.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?" The man shook Walt lightly, squatting next to him. When Walt didn't respond, he took a water bottle from his backpack, and poured a little of it's contents on him. Walt moaned, and slowly lifted his head up.
"What happened," Walt groaned. He tried to sit up, but he fell down from dizziness.
"I think you passed out," the man replied. "Hear, drink this." He handed his bottle of water to Walt, who sipped it graciously. "I'll go get the doctor and your father."
Walt watched as the man ran off in the direction of Jack. He turned towards Vincent, who ambled over to him.
"Hey boy, are you okay?" Walt asked, rubbing the top of Vincent's head gently. Walt grabbed a broken piece of coconut rind from nearby, and poured the last of the water from the bottle in it. He placed the on the ground next to Vincent, who lapped it up instantly.
Flashback: It was the middle of the night, and Vincent was curled up next to Walt on his bed. He jolted upright, his ears perked up. There was the sound again, the tinkling glass. He got up to his feet and quietly leapt from Walt's bed, padding silently out of the bedroom
The upstairs hallway was open to the living room below on one side with a three-foot high balustrade, with the rooms all on the other. Vincent peered below down to the living room, and watch as a man swept the downstairs with a flashlight.
Vincent darted down the hall in the direction of Walt's parent's room, turning the corner to go down another hall, this one with walls on both sides. He padded up to the master bedroom and scratched at the door, whining softly.
He whipped around, at the sound of the stairs creaking. He darted to where the two halls met and peered cautiously around the corner to the left. The burglar, reached the top of the stairs and turned right, away from Vincent and Walt's bedroom, and into an extension of the hallway, this one closed too, the accessed Brian and Sarah's offices.
He waited until the burglar went into one of the two offices, and the darted from his hiding place, down the hall. He slowed as he neared the office that the man had entered. The man rifled through the drawers of a desk.
As soon as the man's back was turned, Vincent made his move. He dashed through the door, and charged at the man's nearest leg. Grabbing it in his jaws, he clamped down hard, and pulled. The man cried, and lashed out at Vincent. But unable to keep his balance, he fell to the floor with a thud, and in doing so, hit his head on the corner of the desk. He was out cold.
The noise awoke Brian and Sarah, Sarah was heard running to see if Walt was alright, while Brian ran into the office and flicked on the light. Seeing Vincent there with the mans leg still in his mouth, he grabbed the phone to call the police.
Sarah came in a moment later, praising Vincent for his heroic deed. Vincent wagged his tail, his prize still in his jaws.
Walt awoke the next morning, never knowing that Vincent had indeed probably saved his and his parent's lives.
End Flashback
Danielle turned and began to walk off, saying but one word: "Come!" Both Hurley and Sayid followed quickly, wondering what was going on. What they had heard from the French Lady just moments ago stunned them both into silence.
"I have proof for you of the others on the island." Danielle broke the painful silence. "It would be a lot easier on the beach, but as you know I don't want to be seen by everyone, so unfortunately, we're going the long way. Just follow me, and be advised, it might take a while.
Neither Hurley nor Sayid spoke, the tenseness of the silence following was so thick, that you could cut it. Both of them just kept on walking, step after step. All that was to be heard was the birds, the rustling of the trees, and the swishing sounds of Danielle's machete as she hacked a pathway through the seemingly impenetrable forest.
Walt and Vincent sat together under the shade of a nearby tree, when his father, Jack, and the other guy ran up.
"Thank goodness you're okay Walt," cried Michael, as he fell down to his knees in front of his son.
"You're okay, Walt, aren't you?" asked Jack.
"Kind of," replied Walt. "I feel dizzy, and my throat burns when I breath."
Jack squatted in front of Walt. "Well you should be all right within a couple of hours." Jack turned to Michael, "Just have him relax for the rest of today, and make sure he gets a lot of water. Running like that in this heat gives you the risk of heat stroke. Okay?" Both Michael and Walt nodded, so he walked off.
Michael turned to the man in his late 20's, who had helped his son, "Thank you sir, for what you did."
"It was nothing," the man replied. "My name is Alter Wilde, but you can call me Alter." Noticing the grin on Walt's face he said, "Yeah, I know it's a funny name, but hey, I like it." He smiled, and with that he walked of with Michael.
The three of them had been walking through the jungle for several hours by now, when Danielle finally led Hurley and Sayid from the covering of the forest, and out on to the beach. The French lady led them another hundred or so feet along the beach, stopping short of what seem to be a small fire pit.
There were several sets of footprints all around, and the ashes from a recent fire sitting in the pit. But it was something else that proved Danielle to be right. Starting at the water were drag marks that led all the way up into the jungle. Something big and heavy had been pulled from the water, into the hiding of the nearby trees.
"Whoa," said Hurley, "what made that."
Danielle led them around the fire pit, to a place on the edge of the beach. There, hidden by the foliage, was a raft. Sayid and Hurley stared in awe, at the 10 by 15 foot raft. Michael was the only one building raft at camp, and this definitely wasn't Michaels raft.
"Lets take it," exclaimed Hurley eagerly. He sprinted into the woods to see more. Both Sayid and Danielle ran after him, trying to get him to stop.
"Quiet!" Sayid shushed, "We don't know if they're nearby." At that, a rifle bullet whizzed past Hurley's head, and went into a nearby tree with a thump.
"Oh, crap!" Hurley ducked as a volley of shots whizzed past them. Danielle ran off wither rifle in her hands, to try to find the sniper, while Hurley and Sayid ducked behind the cover of the raft and made their way to the beach. They crouched in safety of the raft for several minutes, while several more volleys were fired.
Upon hearing the sound of footsteps behind them in the sand, Hurley and Sayid began to turn around. But it was too late; an unknown assailant knocked both unconscious from behind.