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Friday, April 29, 2005

Part 7 : G'day, McKay

The morning had arrived with much anticipation. For many, the nighttime brought about fear and monster, plus nightmares. For the sunlight to echo through the valley of the beach, it brought about a marginal safety blanket. For most but not for all.

Tony felt the sun on his face, and slowly woke up. He found it difficult to move. He realized it was because not only was Little Eddie sleeping on his chest but so was Marita. He smirked. Never would he had believed he would be stranded on an island and have people bond with him so easily. Then the dizziness hit him. He felt like he really should move for another few minutes. The eye wound bothered him more and more.

John slowly rose up from the sand. It wasn’t that comfortable to sleep on. He flicked the sand from the back of his hair, and then looked to his companions. Marita and Eddie were sleeping on Tony’s chest as if he was both husband and father to him. Yolanda cuddled by herself, next to a suitcase. The man then gritted his teeth as his stomach started to moan. He hadn’t eaten much except the peanuts. Scanning the beach, he looked at everybody else. Most of them where already awake. Then he saw McKay walking up to him. “G’day.” He waved.

“Morning, McKay,” John sighed, “Sleep well?”

“I’ve had wurse.” He said, holding out three packages, “These are for you.”

John gasped as it realized it was three of the food packages that the Airline served. McKay also gave them two bottles of water that he found. He pointed with his thumb back to an area of the beach. “There was a serving tray filled with these things back der. People started grabbing them up, so I made sure to get you’all some.”

“Thanks, McKay,” Tony said, finally leaning up.

“Would you join us?” John asked.

“No worries. I already ate one. I’m going to keep going around, trying to salvage what we can from the luggage and the wreckage.”

“They are coming, you know?” Yolanda pointed out.

“Sure, luv.” McKay chuckled, “I will at least take the chance they aren’t coming for a while, instead of sitting on me ass doing nothing and dieing of dehydration.”

“What the hell is that supposed to me?” Yolanda said, offended.

“I ain’t referring to you, luv. Have you seen the other people on the beach? Just sitting around, thinking we’re gonna be rescued in the next bloody hour? I’ve been raised me entire life to survive. I ain’t gonna wait around for the cavalry to save me. I am gonna do it.”

“McKay?” Tony said.

“Yeah, Doc?”

“You let us know if you need any help.”

McKay smiled, “Likewise, partner.”

The Australian began to walk away back to combing the beach for supplies. John started to snap out the dinners, and past them around. They were simple breasts of chicken with vegetables and a salad. It tasted slightly bad over the fact that they were cold but it was still food and that was what they needed. Eddie gagged slightly, eating the vegetables. He mostly focused on the chicken. Tony sipped on his water, passing it to the others. “Why do you think that McKay guy is helping us?” Marita asked.

“Everybody needs to follow someone.” Tony whispered.

“What are you saying, Tony?” John pondered, “He views us, as what, the leaders or something?”

“He might. He’s not comfortable making the decisions for these people, so he swifts the responsibility to us in his own way.”

“I don’t understand why we have to be the leaders. Sure, everybody is talking to us but we’re only offering our help, not taking the responsibility for them.”

“That could be viewed in two different ways, my friend.”

After the prepackaged dinner, the others decided to explore the rest of the beach. Eddie wanted to see if his parents were among the dead. Tony promised to go with him, as did Marita. John wanted to do his best to get Ramon out of the tree and Yolanda decided to look for other bags that no one was claiming. Possibly retrieve more medicine.

John huffed down the beach. He looked around for ropes or vines, anything that could help him to get up and bring his friend down. He wanted Ramon out of that tree more than everything. Ramon deserved better.

As he was walking, he saw McKay digging into a nap sack. He pulled out two hiking boots and quickly put them on. Then he pulled out a belt which contained a canteen, and a machete. He checked a compass, comparing it to the direction of the sun. John decided to go talk to him. “Hey, McKay?” John called.

“Yeah?” he turned around.

“I see you found the perfect bag. Looks like hiking equipment.”

“Yeah, “ he chuckled, “It’s mine.”

“Oh. So what are you, some hermit survivalist?”

“Far from it, Mate. I am just a child of the outback.”

“What were you doing on a plane to America?”

“On me way to Montana. My brother lives there. Ain’t seem’em in over three years. Then he tells me, he and his wife have had a baby. Me? Uncle Barto? He invited me to up to spend some time with him.”

“That’s nice.” John looked around, “Say, have you seen a long green metal case with a bunch of stickers on it?”

“Can’t say I have, mate..” McKay confessed.

“Well, I appreciate you looking out for us. I have to go figure out a way to get my friend down from the tree.”

“Say what?” the Australian was confused by what he heard.

“I was on the plan with a friend. He died in the crash and his body is stuck up in a tree. I have to figure out a way to get him down.”

McKay could tell he was sincere. He then leaned down on one knee and reached into his bag. He pulled out a small bundle of rope. John blinked, amazed that he even bother to carry any. McKay tossed him the rope. Then stood up, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go get your friend.” He whispered.

John just nodded in agreement. The two new friends began walking up the elevation of the beach. John looked into the distance of the trees. He started to panic as he couldn’t see Ramon. He looked around for the semblance of the wreckage, which he used to create a pinpoint to remind him where Ramon was. He was no where in the sky line. “He’s not there!” John gasped.

“Is that him?” McKay pointed.

John looked to where his friend was pointing. There was a body lying near the base of a tree. John ran up to it. The more closer he got, the recognized it was Ramon. He walked up and dropped to his knees next to him. He slowly let the rope slid off his arm. Then he turned over the body of his friend. Ramon was slightly bloated, from his exposure to the sun yesterday. The foul stench of his dead form made John gagged. “Well, I guess you don’t have to worry about getting him out of the tree, mate.” McKay pointed.

“How did he get down?” John looked up, “The branches aren’t broken.”

“Does it matter, mate?”

John sighed. “It’s funny. I wanted him out of that tree so bad, I prayed to God to bring him down.”

“The God answered your prayers, Jon.” McKay sighed, “What do you want to do with’em?”

“Bury him, I guess.”

McKay shifted his sack off his back and reached into it again. He then pulled out three pieces of metal. He began to assemble them, clicking and switching the parts. Within seconds, he had a small shovel. John was flabbergasted once again. “I’ll start.” McKay said, “I’ll hand off to you when I get tired.”

“Thank you.” John smiled.

“No worries, mate.”

McKay chose a soft spot in the ground and began to dig the grave. John still wasn’t sure why this man was helping him but at that moment, he didn’t care. He was just thankful he was helping him.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Part 6: Martin and Kristy

Martin stared up into the night sky. The stars flickered with the moon. He couldn’t have imagined a more beautiful night. Nothing like his native New York City. One could see the moon easily but stars? Only rarely. His thoughts turned to his family. He knew word would get to them soon that the plane crashed. Would they think he was dead? Would they believe a rescue party is on their way? They had been here a full 8 hours. Why hadn’t someone arrived by now? How far off course where they? “Crap!” a female voice said behind him.

The young black man turned around and saw a beautiful young woman, shaking her cell phone. She pressed a few numbers but nothing was happening. Martin smiled. “I am pretty sure shaking it won’t make it work.”

“I can’t get a signal. No matter what I do.” The woman confessed.

“You’re probably well out of range. No use in wasting your battery.”

“Yeah, “the woman seemed depressed, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Martin didn’t know many people around the survivors. If they were to band together to survive this ordeal, he might as well start making friends. He walked over and sat next to her, extending his hand. “Martin Chambers.”

“Kristy Loran.” She said, shaking his hand.

“Kristy, this is not a pick up line but . . .have we met before?”

“Maybe you saw me on the plane.”

“No, I don’t think it’s that. You look incredibly familiar.”

“No way!” Kristy laughed, “There is no way you could have seen me. I haven’t been on that many ads.”

“Ads?” asked Martin.

“Yeah. I am a model. Just gotten a big contract two months ago. I was in Australia for a photo shoot.”

“Wow. A real life super model.” The young black man chuckled.

“Model, Martin. Not super model. I haven’t gotten that status yet.”

“I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“One can only hope.”

Kristy stopped talking as she watched the blind doctor and his friend walk past, talking about medicine. Martin saw them as well. His eyes blinked when he saw the face of the man helping the blind doctor. “What?” asked Kristy.

“It’s strange but he looks familiar too.”

“How could you know him? You only barely knew me.”

“I can’t place it but I know I’ve seen him before.”

“Well, you be sure and let me know.” Kristy replied, turning around and straitening out the luggage she found to turn it into a pillow.

“I guess it’s time to sleep, I’ll leave you to it.” Martin started to stand up but Kristy took his hand.

“Please don’t go,” she whispered, “I’d prefer not to be alone. Not with that monster out there.”

“Okay. I . . I’ll stay with you.”

Martin sat down and made himself comfortable in the sand. Kristy slowly closed her eyes and started to rest. The young black man took notice of the fact that she still didn’t let go of his wrist. He slowly un-pried it from his wrist and gently placed her hand into his. Kristy began to drift off to sleep, still holding Martins’ hand.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Part 5: The Polliwog Cometh

An hour had past and the majority of the people were still in panic mode. Not only had they been crashed landed on an island in the middle of nowhere, it seemed that same island was inhabited by a giant monster that no one could see. It made sounds that many of them where familiar with, which made it even stranger. Marita had managed to get Eddie to calm down, after Tony had no luck.

John and his blind friend strolled away from their section of the beach. The moon was in its full zenith, plus the beach was properly lit with everybody’s fires. Two people were building a bon-fire, hoping whatever rescue plane that came could see it easily. Tony had other things on his mind at the moment. “The Polliwog.” He whispered.

“Why did Eddie call it that?” John asked.

“Apparently, it’s a child hood monster. The Boogeyman. Something his parents probably made up to help him stay in bed, eat his vegetables, what have you.”

“Did you tell him that a Polliwog is just another name for a tadpole?”

“I did. It didn’t help.”

“Then how do we explain to this kid, that this . . .Polliwog doesn’t exist?”

“Oh, put it does exist, John. You heard it. You saw the trees move. How do you explain that?”

John stopped their walking. “I can’t,” he huffed.

“Neither can I, my friend. Hopefully . .this thing will leave us alone.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then God be with us all.”

“G’day, Mates!” a voice called from behind.

John turned to see the Australian he had met earlier. “Tony, this is Barto McKay. He’s the guy that has been supplying fires for everybody.”

“Very kind of you, Mr. McKay.” Tony extended his hand.

“Thank you, doctor, “ McKay said, shaking his hand, “Actually, Dock, you’re the one aye wanted te see.”

“What’s on your mind?” The blind doctor smiled.

“I overheard ya friend saying you needed to round up de medicine, “ he said, holding up a handful of medicine bottles, “I managed to find some in the luggage I rummaged through.”

“What kind do you have?” Tony sounded anxious.

“Ere, you take’em. It’s best they be in the hands of a doctor, anyways.”

McKay tried to place them in Tony’s hands, but John took them instead. “We’ll go over these.” He smiled.

“Yes, thank you, McKay,” Tony turned the friendship.

“No worries, gents,” McKay paused.

Tony was blind but he could hear the hesitation in the Australians voice. “Is there something else?” he asked.

McKay leaned forward, trying to whisper. “We’re calling it . . . The Polliwog?”

John smirked. Tony could feel his friends’ laughter. In a high stressful situation, it was to be expected. “If it makes people feel more comfortable, sure.” The doctor told him.

“Great. Well, g’night.” McKay said, walking away from them.

“Poor man,” Tony whispered, “Makes me wonder how everybody else is dealing with this.”

“If assigning that . . .thing a name will help make them comfortable, like you said, then I am all for it.” John muttered.

“John, how many capsules did he find?” Tony asked.

“Looks like five.”

“Read them off to me, one at a time.”

“Well, one of them is Advil at least.”

“That’ll help Marita. What else?”

“Uh . . .Diovan?”

“That’s blood pressure medicine. Keep going.”

“Sotalol?, I think?”

“That . . .that is a heart medicine. What’s next?”

“Skelaxon.”

“Hmm. Muscle relaxer. Last one?”

“Looks like . . . Depo . .Depo . . .Provera?”

Tony laughed, “That’s a birth control pill.”

“I don’t think we got to worry about being Adam and Eve just yet.” John returned the joke.

“Lets take the Advil to Marita. I could stand to use some myself.”

“How is your eye?”

“It still hurts, but that is be expected.”

“I am surprised you are not depressed as hell. I would be, if I lost one of my eyes.”

“I can’t afford to be depressed. I may be blind but these people need me. Unless of course there is another doctor on this island.” Tony laughed at the odds of such of thing.

As the two friends walked back to their section of the beach, they overheard the conversations of the surrounding people. They were all talking about the Polliwog.

Part 4: The Blind Doctor

The sun was slowly setting the distance. The day had become twilight. It came faster than anyone expected. It was an eventful day after all.

Tony massaged his eye. It was starting to hurt worse. He knew there were small glass shards still in his left eye and if he didn’t get them out soon, he’d run the risk of being blind in both eyes. Eddie hadn’t moved. Yolanda rested up against a tree. Her friend Marita was still unconscious. Tony didn’t mean to scare Yolanda but he warned if she didn’t wake up soon, then she may not wake up at all.

Yolanda then turned to see John approaching them with a stack of wood in one hand and a torch in the other. He grunted, dropping the wood in front of them. Then he set down the torch on top of them. John starting pulling out piece of paper from his back pocket and piling them on the fire. “Hang on, guys,” he said, “I’ll have a fire for us in a moment.”

“We are sitting on dried grass of some sort, John, “ Tony said, taking a handful, “Use this to fuel the fire.”

“Thanks, “ he replied, taking it from him.

“Where did you get the fire?” asked Yolanda.

“There is a guy down there, an Australian. He’s got a zippo and he’s been building fires for all the people.”

“I take it, no sign of rescue.” Tony mentioned.

“Not yet.” John quickly replied.

“But they are coming,” Yolanda mentioned, “They have to be.”

“As far as we know. But there are things we may not know.” Tony put up his hands, “It’s highly likely they will not be able to mount a rescue immediately.”

“So you think we are gonna be here a while?” asked Eddie.

“Yeah. I think so, Eddie.”

“We should start looking for supplies.” John commented, “Anything we can make of use.”

“Agreed. We’ll have to start rationing medicines, water, any type of food we can find.”

“Peanuts.” Marita whispered.

“Marita?” Yolanda exclaimed.

“I got some peanuts.” Marita said, opening her eyes.

The young Latina stewardess reached into her gown pockets and pulled out four bags of peanuts. Yolanda laughed over the fact her friend was finally awake. Tony gently helped her leaned up. Marita moaned over the pain in her head. “How are you feeling?” asked Tony.

“My head hurts.” She moaned, “like a migraine.”

“Then the concussion wasn’t that bad. The pain will eventually go away but you must rest.”

“Who are you?” she promptly asked.

Yolanda did her the favor of supplying introductions all around, especially that of Tony. “He’s a doctor, “ she said, “You should listen to him.”

Yolanda began to explain to her friend everything that had happened. Tony advised that a temporary lost of memory was common for people suffering from a concussion. John sat down with Eddie and Tony. Little Eddie was eating away with the bag of peanuts he had. John slowly began to munch on his. Tony could still feel the silence coming from his friend. “Eddie?” Tony said, “We’re gonna need some supplies soon. Why don’t you go find us a luggage and we’ll search through it?”

“Which one?” Eddie munched on his peanuts.

“Any one will do. Hurry back now.”

Eddie took his peanuts with him as he left the group. John watched the little boy leave, being reminded of his nephew. He enjoyed Jacob’s face as it was filled with pride, watching his uncle from the stands. He admired Tony and his treatment of the boy. “You’re good with kids.” He mentioned.

“You have to be, when you are a family doctor.” Tony replied.

“Yeah, I guess,” John munched on his peanuts.

“Was someone on the plane with you, John?”

“Yeah. My friend, Ramon Vega. Known him for over 13 years.”

“Known?”

“Yeah. He’s dead.”

“I’m sorry, John.” Tony whispered.

“He’s . . .he’s up in a tree. Damn it, “ John stifled his tears, “He’s up there but it’s too high. I can’t reach him. I can’t . . I can’t just leave like that.”

“And you won’t. We’ll find a way to get him down. You’ll see.”

John laughed slightly, as he wiped his tears. “Even blind, you are not giving up the doctor routine, are you?”

“No, my friend. I can’t.” Tony coughed.

Eddie then finally arrived with a suitcase. He was dragging it by him, with all his might. It looked heavy from a distance. John then got up and walked to Eddie, helping him carry it the rest of the way. As they arrived, Yolanda and Marita took interest in what they were doing. John then opened up the suitcase and began to look through the contents. It appeared to be a woman’s suitcase. He found a small cosmetic bag and handed it to Yolanda.

He then pulled out the clothing, looking for anything in particular. He found a hairbrush, toothpaste, a box of tissues and unopened bag of panty hose. “Damn,” he muttered.

“Nothing useful?” asked Tony.

“Not really. Did you find anything in the cosmetic bag, Yolanda?”

“Cosmetic bag?” gasped Tony, “Yolanda, please . . .see if it has any tweezers and hopefully a pocket mirror.”

“Okay,” she said, searching through the bag.

“It feels wrong searching through this person’s belongings.” Marita mentioned.

“It’s a survival situation.” John commented, “If the woman is alive, we’ll ask for forgiveness.”

“There are some tweezers. “Yolanda pulled them out, “No pockets mirrors. But she does have a compact.”

“Please, let me have them.” Tony held out his hand.

Yolanda placed the items in his hands. Tony shifted them over. He held up the mirror and opened up his left eye to the best of his ability. He then started to pick the small shards of glass from his eye, grunting at each moment. Marita turned away, unable to bear watching. Yolanda couldn’t help but stare, as did John. Eddie had his hand on Tony’s leg the whole time, letting him know he was nearby.

Tony took a deep breath. He got the glass out of his left eye to the best of his ability. Then he began to work on the right eye. It was much more painful than the left eye. He could feel the tweezers digging into his eye socket to retrieve the debris. He gritted his teeth each time. After a few minutes he was done. “Tony?” John was amazed at his strength.

“John, “Tony took a deep breath, “I need . .you to get out pieces of cloth from that woman’s luggage. I need to bandage this eye and stop the bleeding.”

John immediately began to work. Yolanda stepped over and helped him. Marita stayed with Tony, making sure he didn’t lose consciousness. He just sat there, taking in deep breathes as blood ran down his face. John then ripped up a cloth t-shirt and started to fold it into the shape of the eye socket. He walked over and placed it again Tony’s wound. Tony immediately placed his hand over. “We need something to hold it in place.” He mentioned.

“Here.” Yolanda said, pulling out a silk scarf.

She walked over and tied around it around Tony’s eyes. He smiled over the comfort. He never expected to be wounded this comfortably before. Shifting around the scarf to make it comfortable, yet hold in place, he smiled at the help of his new found friends. “Thank you.” He told them.

Before anyone could say anything, a loud roar in the distance echoed through the valley. John, Marita, and Yolanda stood up, looking in the distance. The roaring sound continued, following by a loud screeching sound, like a guttural in the stomach of a giant beast. John couldn’t see a thing. Only the trees were moving as if some thing was walking among them. Yolanda and Marita couldn’t hear anything either. However, Tony could easily hear it. “WHAT IS THAT?” he demanded.

Then Eddie collapsed into the doctor’s arms. Shocked, Tony held onto him. The boy was trembling as if he had just seen the devil himself. “It’s the Polliwog.” He stuttered.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Part 3 : The Reunion

John wondered through the wreckage. Everybody who was still attached to their seats had died on impact. Most were either crushed by debris or simply died. Probably suffocated on the way down. He had seen some weird movies that talked like this but the real life version was much more gruesome. What John even more depressed was that Ramon was still missing.

John made his way of the wreckage only to find Yolanda still waiting for him.
After he saved the young black stewardess from drowning, she just seemed to automatically bond with him. He smiled at her, as he walked past. “You feeling okay?” he asked.

“I am still shaking.” She quivered, following him.

“I guess you weren’t expecting your day to end like this.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.” Yolanda giggled slightly.

John looked at all the people. Most were helping each other. Others were panicking, wondering when the rescue party was coming. The young man maneuvered through them, with Yolanda following him. As they reached the outer lining of people, Yolanda then screamed. “MARITA!” she bellowed over the top of her lungs.

John looked into the distance to see a Latina stewardess stumbling into the distance. She had only one shoe and she was holding her head. Yolanda ran after her, kicking up sand in her wake. John decided to jog after her, considering he still hadn’t found Ramon. When Yolanda reached her, she embraced her like a long lost sister. Marita embraced her as well, but she did it leisurely, as if she was drunk. John knew it wasn’t that. “Oh, Marita, I was sure you were dead.” Yolanda cried.

“What happened?” Marita said, as if she was half asleep.

“The plane ripped in half. We were in the rear section. I think we were lucky . . .” John paused, “Are you alright?”

“So sleepy.” Marita said, nearly falling down.

Yolanda then noticed the blood coming out of the side of her friend’s head. She dabbed some on her fingers and showed John. He immediately grabbed Marita by the other arm and began to guide her toward Tony.


Tony gritted in pain. The eye wound was starting to sting. He needed something to cover up the wound, to prevent any airborne particle infection. Before he could surmise what to do, Eddie was tugging on his pants leg. “Your friend is coming.” He said.

“John?” Tony called.

“Tony, I got a lady here who is hurt, “ he quickly said, “ She’s got blood coming out of her head and she says she is getting sleepy.”

“Forgive me for being abrupt but is her brain showing?” Tony said.

“No, “ replied Yolanda.

“Set her down next to me, “the doctor motioned, “ it sounds like she just has a concussion.”

Yolanda and John sat her down next to Tony. The blind doctor maneuver over to her and felt of her wound. He paused for second and then checked her pulse. As he moved his hand away, he brushed against her sleep. It moved too easily. He then tugged on it gently, hearing a tearing sound. “Is her sleeve almost off?” he asked.

“Yes,” John replied.

Tony then tore it off all the way. “What are you doing?” Yolanda demanded.

Within one fluid motion, he quickly folded up the sleeve and placed it against Marita’s wound. Yolanda was ashamed at her brashness. “Oh, “ she coughed, “Sorry.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met, “ Tony smiled, “Dr. Tony Largo.”

“Yolanda Tower.” She smiled.

“Hello, Yolanda. I wish I could do more but I am blind. I’ll help her as much as I can.”

“I know, this just . . this just all . . .”

“I think we should let the doc due what he needs to.” John said, motioning her up.

“John, how is everybody else?” Tony asked.

“It’s pretty rough, Doc. I don’t have an exact figure but there are a lot dead. I am not sure how many wounded.”

“If they need me, send them over here, with someone who can do what I say, since I won’t see them.”

“Sure thing, Doc.” John said, walking away.

“Mind if I stay?” Yolanda asked.

“Please,” Tony smiled, still holding the cloth over Marita’s wound.


John walked over to other people, telling them that they had a doctor on the beach. He also quickly reminded them that he was blind, so they needed to be able to listen to him and heal themselves. The tired man kept walking, looking around. The luggage was scattered all over the beach. He surmised they’d probably have to go through it later. He wondered where his green case might be. Two men were dragging the dead to a small row. John looked them over. Ramon was not anywhere near them.

John was losing hope that Ramon might even be on the beach, let alone alive. He could be down at the bottom of the ocean for all he knew. As he continued walking along, an older man was running from the wooded area. He was gasping as he ran. John ran over to him and helped him. “Are you all right, sir?” John asked.

“Dead man,” he gasped.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Dead man. Dead man in the trees.”

John looked up and saw what he was talking about. There was a body stuck up in the trees. The limp corpse looked like it was broken in half. He left the old man behind and ran up to the trees. As he got closer, he knew he recognized the shirt; he just new. As he got closer and closer, he could see the Henley shirt which bore the flag of Spain. John fell to his knees as there was no more doubt. It was Ramon in the trees.

His best friend was dead.

Part 2 : Little Eddie

Tony made his way to the beach with a struggle. His muscles ached and his face was stinging. The ocean water was doing a good job of disinfecting the wound but it was also making it bleed faster. The moment he got to his feet in the shallows, he reached up and began to pull the glass out of his face. One chunk at a time. Patience, he thought. Focus on the task at hand. He did the best he could, despite the fact he was certain he lost his right eye. His left eye had particles of glass near it but not in it. He still couldn’t due to those wounds.

When he got the majority of the glass out of his face, he quickly scooped down for some water and splashed it on his face. He then began to walk toward the beach. The water level decreasing around his legs told him he was leaving the water. He quickly wanted to get away from it. As he finally felt the water leave him, he continued to walk toward the beach. He heard a mixture of sounds, from people screaming to people coughing. He needed to find John. He was a friend of circumstance and the only one who could aide him with his blindness. Tony began to walk forward, seeing an amber blur out of his left eye. Then he tripped over something. He grunted as he caught himself on the sand. As he twisted around, even blind, he couldn’t mistake what his leg was feeling. The arm of a small child.

Tony quickly turned around and felt around for the child. He connected to the shoulder, then the stomach and found the head. Scooping up the young kid, he brought him away form the water and onto the sand. He leaned down and felt for a pulse of child. He found one but it was weak. There was no air coming from the kid. He immediately began to tilt the child’s head back and perform CPR. Tony breathed into the child then pressed the chest in perfect order. He continued but the kid wasn’t responding. “C’MON, KID, BREATHE!” he screamed.

Nothing was happening.

“C’mon, damn it!” he said, breathing into the child.

Then the kid coughed and coughed, puking up water. Tony grabbed the young child and tilted him over, allowing the water to flow freely from him. The kid coughed some more and regained the majority of his senses. “Daddy?” he whispered.

Tony recognized the voice of a young boy. “Are you all right, son?” he asked.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Dr. Tony Largo. What’s your name?”

“Eddie.” The young boy whimpered.

“Well, Eddie. Are you sure you are okay?”

“My throat hurts.” He cried.

“That’s okay. That sort of thing is common when you swallow too much salt water. Just take some deep breathes and it’ll feel better. I promise.” Tony smiled.

“Do you know my mom and dad?”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I am afraid I don’t,” Tony sighed, fearing the worst for the boy’s parents, “But I’ll make you deal.”

“What deal?” Eddie asked.

“As you can see, I have hurt my eyes, real bad. I can’t see where I am going. If you want to look for your parents, I’ll go with you but you have to lead me around. Can you do that?” Tony said in the nicest tone.

“Okay,” Eddie sighed, standing up and taking Tony’s hand.

Eddie and Tony began their journey. Eddie didn’t just hold Tony’s hand, he gripped his arm. Tony could tell he was scared beyond belief. The doctor had not helped that many children but he was using his bedside manner to the best of his ability. They could hear the screams and cries of other passengers. Tony silently cursed himself. He got lucky about saving Eddie, plus the boy was already stressed out over the fact that his parents were missing. He wasn’t about to put him through diagnosing these people. He hoped he’d find John soon.

Then the doctor heard a new noise. The sound of shearing metal. “Eddie, what’s making that noise?” Tony asked.

“The part of the plane.” Eddie told him.

“Are we near it?”

“A little.”

“Keep us away from it. It may collapse at any moment.” Tony urged him.

“TONY!” John screamed as he fast approached his new friend.

“John, did you help the woman?” asked Tony.

“Yeah, I got her to the beach, “ John gasped, “She was a little shook but she’s gonna make it.”

“Good job, “ Tony huffed, “Is there anybody else in need of medical attention?”

“I don’t know. Most everybody is alive at least but there are quite a few who are dead too.”

“Get everybody who can walk, away from the plane. Move all the wounded into one general area. Once they are helped, we can police the dead.”

“What does that mean?” asked Eddie.

“I’ll explain it later, Eddie,” Tony grabbed John’s arm, “do you know what you need to do?”

“Yeah, “ John gasped, “How do you know to do all of this stuff?”

“I am a doctor, John,” Tony confessed.

“You are?” the man gasped.

“Yes, but right now I am a blind one. They need someone who can see. Go, John, you need to help these people.”

“I will, Tony. I promise.” John said, quickly leaving his new friends.

“Eddie, I know you want to look for your parents but we should really get out of their way,” Tony patted his hand, “Is there any shade we can sit down at?”

“There are some trees over there.” Eddie mentioned.

“Good, let’s go,” Tony said, as the little boy led him on.

Tony silently cursed himself. Never in his life had he felt so useless. These people needed him and he could do nothing because he was blind. This wasn’t the first battle scar he had, but his military days are over. Plus, he was still amazed that they had survived the crash. Feeling the sun leave him, he realized they had arrived at the shade Eddie promised. The young boy helped him turn around and he sat down on some grassy underbrush. Eddie then sat down beside him. Tony didn’t know what to do, so he gently placed his hand on the boys back. Eddie then collapsed in his lap and began to cry a storm. The doctor was astounded that he held it in this long. He held onto him, as he finally let go of his emotion. This wasn’t the type of doctor who did such a thing like this but without the boys parents, he had not choice but to temporarily take their place. Tony took a deep sigh.

This is the last time he would fly coach, he thought to himself.

Part 1 : Reborn in Water

John opened in his eyes in horror. It was easy to panic when one is submerged in water. Bubbles flooded all around his vision. The last thing he remembered was placing on the yellow oxygen mask as the plane was being ripped apart. Now he was floating in the ocean. He still even had the mask around his neck.

He quickly looked up and around to see where the bubbles were heading. They were going up. He began to move his arms and legs, heading for the surface. As he floated up, he took a brief look down. It was the rear of the plan. It was plummeting into the depths of the ocean. Even more to his horror were two people still in their seats. He couldn’t tell if they were moving or not. John desperately wanted to help them but the pain his lungs told him otherwise. He quickly swam to the surface.

John burst his head from the water, gasping for the precious air. He looked around and noticed there were at least seven other people in the water with him. Quickly he looked around and cried for join when he saw an island wasn’t that far away. “Swim for shore!” he cried, “Swim for shore!”

Two people heard his call and started to swim. Others were still panicking. John grabbed a young black woman and forced her to look at the island. She started to swim the moment it was in her visual range. The others tried to swim as well. John was growing tired. If he didn’t start swimming now, he would never make it. “Which way is it?” someone screamed.

“Huh?” John replied, turning around.

“Which way is the island?”

John saw the source of the question. A man, not much older than him, was floating near him, with several shards of glass in his face. “Oh, my god,” he whispered.

“Sir, I need you to quit gawking at my face and tell me which way the island is!” the man screamed.

John swam over to the wounded man. He grabbed him by the arm and twisted it around toward the island. “That way!” he gulped.

The wounded man then took a deep breath and started to swim. John began to swim along side him. He admired the man for not panicking over the fact that he had a face full of glass. He decided to swim with him until they reached the island.

The two men continued to paddle through the water. The waves were getting roughing. The more they swam, the closer they got to the island. John continued to pump his body, but his strength was quickly leaving him. He never gave up in his life and he was certain he was not going to give up now. The man besides him had a bad face wound and he was still swimming. How could he give up when this man could not? “How close are we?” the man asked.

“Not too far now.” John coughed.

“You still with me?” the man demanded.

“I’m here. I’ll stay with you till the shore.”

“Hang in there, my friend. We’re gonna make it!” the man grunted.

“My name is John. John Riggs.”

The man started laughing, as he swam. “What is so damn funny?” John asked.

“I thought we’d wait till we got to shore for introductions but if you insist, I am Tony. Tony Largo.”

“Nice to meet you, Tony.”

“Likewise. Keep swimming, John.” The wounded man insisted.

The two men swam for all their might. As they swam, John twisted around as he heard someone struggling. There was a woman in trouble. She was thrashing around, trying to regain her swimming but failing. “There is a woman in trouble over there!” John screamed.

“Can you get to her?” asked Tony.

“Yeah!”

“Go, John!” Tony replied, “I’ll be fine.”

John left his new companion and swam as hard as he could to the struggling woman. He took a gulp of water and swallowed it to keep moving. By the time he got to the woman, he went underwater. John grabbed her by the wrist pulling her back up. “Go limp, I got you!” he said.

The black woman did what he ordered. She coughed and allowed him to pull her toward the shore. John gritted his teeth, as he could feel the burning in his muscles. He never worked this hard in his life. Swimming wasn’t even his chosen profession. After a few minutes, he finally felt his shoes hit the wet sand. He started to walk, feeling the waves strike him from the back. The black woman held onto him as she finally started to walk as well. John felt sick. He needed to rest. They finally walked out of the shallows and down to the beach. The black woman collapsed, getting her clothes covered in wet sand. John collapsed onto his knees and looked around.

There was a section of the plane half on the peace and halfway on some crushed trees. A handful of people were running around. Some were screaming and others were helping the wounded. There was unfortunately a large group of people, lying on the beach and they were not moving. John’s thoughts went to his friend Ramon. He was in the plane with him but he couldn’t see him any where on the beach. A blonde girl ran past him, screaming and holding a wound on her arm. An old man couldn’t stop coughing. John was still flabbergasted and only one thought quickly leaked into his mind.

How the hell did they survive?

Hello and welcome

My name is Jason and I am an advid fan of the new series LOST. I had watched it from the begining and became immediately hooked. I have looked forward to seeing a series I can get addicted too and this reminds me of the good days of Twin Peaks.

I have been inspired to write my own fan fiction based on it's premise. Most fan fiction that is already out there is based upon the characters that you know. I have created characters that you don't know.

The plan is for this story to have my characters eventually meet with the characters from the popular show. But in the meantime, I intend to connect the dots in my own way.

The characters you will meet are from the tail section of Flight 815. They too managed to survive. Even Rose often talks about her husband. I thought, wouldn't it be cool to see those people on THE OTHER side of the island?

I hope you enjoy and I welcome all comments.
~Jason