Chapter Nineteen:

They're Not Going To Get Us

Abigail lowered the gun after seeing that the animal had died. Her job was done. She headed toward the entrance into the woods, where she'd come from.

Sawyer stopped her quickly with a simple comment. "Thank you."

"Are we done here?" She said not turning to look at him.

Sawyer looked over at Michael who was panting and recovering from the attack. "Mike?"

"Yeah, we'll go back. But I'm not giving up."

"Of course not, that would make logic sense."

Sawyer got to his feet with the help of Michael. "Heading back to the caves Abigail?"
"I don't know, yet."

"Suit yourself." Michael said exiting the premises and going back to the jungle. "You coming, Sawyer?"

"I'll be there soon, Mike."

Abigail didn't watch Michael leave. She was grateful that he finally did. His aggressive tendencies were getting the best of her.

"If you want you can come back with me."

"And have you beat the crap out of me and ignore me?"

"It sure beats being dead, firecracker."

"Maybe I already am." She said looking down at the gun she still had in her hand.

"What are yah thinking munchkin?" He said with a crooked eyebrow.

She lifted the gun up to the side holding the weapon loosely. She had given up. "Here, I guess you need it more than me out here."

"Abby."

"It's best that I go Sawyer."

"Best for who?"

"Best for me, best for you, best for the rest of the survivors."

"We shouldn't be together. You and I both know that."

He moved closer to her brushing his lips against her forehead. She pushed him away with a small nudge. But he didn't move. He stayed there his body against hers.

"Don't."

"I'm going Sawyer." She said whispering.

"Let me have one last thing?"
"What?"

With a bang echoing through the trees, similar to the sound of the gun she had shot off, his expression quickly went to confusion after seeing Abigail fall. He grabbed her and held her up; she was limp in his arms. He looked around to see what it was that had done this to her. Nothing was clear. Who was it? Who had done this? Did the island not want him to be happy? To have some sort of closure to the life he had finally had the strength to set aside.

"Abby?"

Three men stepped out their clothes tattered and torn, eventually sewn back together. Abby's eyes had rolled back into her head. The white peering threw her barely closed eyes. Sawyer shook Abby trying to wake her. "Abigail?"

The men advanced slowly over to him and the unconscious Abigail. He tried to pick her up to carry her, but he was way to weak. The wounds he had received over the months had left him useless. He looked down at her before letting her go, setting her down on the ground. He took off running into the jungle. He didn't get to far before he was surrounded.

"The Others." He whispered looking around him. He knew for once. He wasn't going to get out of this one alive.