Crunching through the leaves, Kate made her way through the jungle, trying to remember the path where they met the others last time. Burning sunrays pierced her skin and she paused for a second to sip on her water. She laid the gun down on the ground to slide her backpack off her shoulders. Staring down at the weapon, her eyes glazed over. Why had it come down to this? Previously she would never have had to prove herself to anyone. As long as she could escape? As long as she could run. Why was it any different now?
Swallowing back the tears along with her water, she shifted her backpack onto her shoulders, and wrapped her hand around the cold, metal rifle, not believing sawyer had actually given her it.
Ana-Lucia watches as Jack followed Sawyer into the trees. She threw her water down with frustration. Couldn't he see this was a trap? The sand seeped through her boots as she made her way over to Sayid. She didn't care if her was still depressed, still made at her, she needed his help, and he was going to give it to her.
Jack snatched the gun out of Sawyer's hands.
"You gonna go after her alone doc?" he asked, eyes transfixed on the gun.
"If you hadn't let her … you hadn't given …" Jack couldn't bear to speak. He was so angry, at sawyer, angry at Kate, angry at himself. "Yeah Sawyer, im going after her."
Kate ran through the jungle, trying to follow the person she swore she had seen moving in this direction. Breathing heavy, stitches forming in her sides, she carried on running. One log in the way was it all it took and she feel down … blackness, as she felt her mind give way to sub consciousness she heard a cold voice murmur
"Looking for us Kate?"