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Ch 11 Sub-zero
He was quiet as she dressed his wound enjoying the feeling of her fingertips upon his skin. The silence was broken whenever he inhaled deeply trying to focus away from the pain as she pierced his skin with the needle. She on the other hand was busy studying the intricate details of his tattoo. Looking back, she vaguely recalls seeing it somewhere before. As she finishes sewing up his wound, he shivers.
"Cold?" she asks smiling at his vulnerability.
"Well, I am half-naked," watching her as he rubs his bare arms.
Looking through his suitcase she asks, "Do you always wear suits? Don't you have any jeans?" as she tosses him a shirt.
"If I die, I die well dressed," he replies as he begins putting the shirt on.
Without him even asking, she helps him dress. Placing his arms through the sleeves, she bends down in front him to button his shirt. Looking at his tight six-pack, she smiles at the idea of Sark working out in a gym wearing a suit. Knowing him, he probably had his own gym and some Sports Illustrated looking trainer.
As she is buttoning his shirt, she tells him, "It's getting dark. We should make camp."
"What? Here?" looking around at the daunting darkness of the trees.
Rolling her eyes, she looks through his suitcase saying, "Yes. Here."
As he finishes the last button, he asks, "Are you looking for something in particular? I'm just curious seeing as you are looking around my personal belongings."
Without looking at him, she replies, "Shoes."
Looking at her bare feet, he says, "Do try to be a bit more careful with my clothes." As bends down besides her, he grabs a pair of black sneakers and gives it to her.
As he watches her put them on, he tells her, "I believe it is much safer if we stay on the beach."
While she is tying her shoes, she teases him saying, "Afraid the trees are going to get us?"
The sound of trees falling prevents him from retorting. As he looks in the direction of the noise, he watches in horror as trees are being pulled down.
Looking down at her, he asks, "Did you see that?"
Sydney scrambles to her feet grabbing the suitcase and telling him to "Run!"
Following her, they speed through the trees unsure if they were moving towards the beach or towards the creature.
The sound of noise gets louder as the creature moves towards them starts picking up speed. It's running towards them fast.
As they are running, Sydney falls but Sark quickly grabs her arm helping her up saying,
"I suggest you do less falling and more running."
Panting, she retorts, "It's not me, it's your shoes."
The sound of creature roaring causes them to run faster towards a tree grove.
Sark stops and starts looking around as Sydney calls back, "What are you doing? Run!"
He calls her back, "No! Stop! In here!" grabbing Sydney, he pushes her behind trees of bamboo creating a cage around them.
He covers her with his body trying to protect her. Taken aback by his action, she remains quiet deciding to worry more about the creature than the fact that a wanted terrorist was holding her.
It's silent aside from the sound of their heavy breathing as they await the creature. They remain still as the creature's shadow cast upon them blocking out the light. They can hear the creature growling as it moves around them. Sydney can feel the breath of the beast upon her face, as it smells the air looking for their scent.
They are relieved when they hear the creature move away and light peers through the trees. The silence is broken with the sound of the bushes moving as birds fly from it.
Sark holds Sydney closer as they try to listen for the creature. Suddenly, the creature rams into the trees shaking them. They are pushed closer together as it hits the trees trying to break through them.
Sydney is startled when she feels Sark's hand move around her waist. As she is about to protest, she hears a gun click and watches as Sark casually points her gun towards the creature.
The sound of the gunshot echo in her ears as she watches Sark fire three more times.
The trees stop shaking as the creature shrieks and falls to the ground. Sark keeps the gun pointed towards the creature and starts walking towards it.
Sydney holds him back telling him to "Wait" as she takes the gun from him and moves towards the creature ahead of him.
She moves the gun down and stares at the creature in shock. She is taken aback when Sark tells her, "It's a polar bear."
Sydney stares at the white fur replying in confusion, "A polar bear in the jungle?"
Looking back at her, he asks, "Where are we?"