Part 111: Day 26
The rain came down in sheets. The group managed to make a small shelter out of the small tarp they did manage to bring with them. They all gathered under the small shelter, huddled together. Tony was worried they would catch cold. They had been traveling for several days. The only things pointing them in the right directions was McKay’s compass and the constant smell of salt water. It was their main indication that they were getting closer to the ocean.
Yesterday was their biggest clue. As they were trekking down from the mountain overpass, they had come across the remains of a campfire. It looked and smelled several days old. Even though a few of them argued that it was left behind by Andra’s mother, others argued it was the other survivors. They had been trekking for several days now. Their nerves were wearing thin. “We never should have come out here.” Natasha moaned, under the tarp.
“Tasha, we’re getting close,” John pointed out, “You can’t give up now.”
“Give up?” she exclaimed, “What is there to give up, John? I am soaked, I am freezing and I am standing under a tarp into the middle of the freaking jungle.”
“Could be worse,” Cecil coughed, “You could be dead.”
“SHUT UP, CECIL!” she screamed.
“Guys, we are close to them,” Mia said, “I know we are.”
“Then lead the way, girl!” Cecil grunted, “We’re only here following your idiotic hunches!”
“Watch it, old man!” John screamed back.
“ENOUGH!” Tony screamed.
The group finally calmed down. Shanna blinked, always amazed that when Tony talked, they usually listened. Tony took a deep breath, rubbing Eddie’s shoulders who stood beneath him. “Listen to me,” the blind doctor sighed, “We are close. We have to be. Now we are going to wait for the rain to stop. Then we’ll continue on toward the beach which can’t be far now. We are not going to yell at each other, cause all that will wind up happening is us, STILL HERE, with the same problem!”
The group was quiet. They were tired and miserable. Tony didn’t like to take charge but sometimes it was necessary. Eddie then held out his coffee cup, collecting rain water. The blind doctor smirked hearing the water collect into the cup. Even still, the little boy was doing what he told him. As Tony leaned up to stretch in the cramp space, his new razor sharp ears caught a sound. He turned, concentrated. At first he thought it was an echo of the screaming that they made but he realized it wasn’t. “Did anybody hear that?” asked Tony.
“What, the rain?” asked Cecil, “We can hear that just fine.”
“No, it sounds like . . .fighting.” the blind doctor whispered.
“Fighting?” asked Marita.
“Is there a faction over here that we don’t know about?” asked McKay.
“Not likely,” Tony shook his head, “We should go check it out.”
“I’ll go with you.” John replied.
“I’ll lead the way,” Marita said, taking his arm.
“Can I come, Tony?” asked Eddie, “PLEEEEEZZZEEE?”
“Okay, uh . .stay with Mia. Mia, you want to come with us?”
The Lakota girl patted Shanna on the arm and walked forward, taking Eddie by the hand. McKay told the others to say put while they checked it out. They’d be back shortly.
The group made their way through the jungle, with the rain coming down on top of them. John led the way with Tony and Marita behind. Eddie hummed to himself while Mia walked with him and McKay held up the rear, checking for anything out of the ordinary. Tony concentrated on the sound he heard earlier. It was the sound of fighting, he was certain of it. However, due to the sound of the rain all around him, he could not pinpoint it’s location. They just had to go a little ways and then a massive sound startled them.
The sound of gunfire.
John turned to the noise. It wasn’t that far. He quickly pulled out an arrow, arming it in the string of his bow. He then started to jog toward the sound. Tony and Marita quickly followed him, with Mia, Eddie, and McKay close behind. They kept walking through bushes, and trees, pushing them aside. John then shoved a branch aside and found the source of the noise. There was a grouping of people in a small clearing, standing over a dead man. “What the hell-“John started to say.
Then the dark-skinned man turned and fired at John. The archer’s body flung backwards after the shot was fired. Mia immediately screamed. McKay tackled both her and Eddie, swinging them to the bushes. Marita grabbed Tony, pulling him down. The blind man quickly reached out, grabbing his friend by the shirt. He swiftly pulled him toward him. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!” Tony screamed at the top of his lungs, “HOLD YOUR FIRE!! WE HAVE A CHILD BACK HERE!! HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!”
“What did he say?” someone said in a foreign tongue.
“JOHN!!” the blind doctor shook his archer friend, “JOHN!!”
John then woke up. He quickly made a wheezing sound, then started slapping all parts of his chest. Marita looked concerned, trying to see where he was shot but she saw no blood of any kind. John then leaned up, feeling for his head and neck. No wounds of any kind. Marita then spotted what was shot. She gently reached over and poked her finger through the hold in the top portion of John’s quiver. “They shot your arrows, John.” She smiled.
John gasped, collapsing into Tony’s lap. The blind doctor patted him on the chest, letting him know they were okay. As they stood up, Mia embraced him. John could barely stand, knowing the fact that he was almost shot. Then he looked to his left. The group of people walked up to them. They were comprised of two women and five men. Amazingly enough, one of them was pregnant. The dark-skinned man definitely was a Middle Easterner of some kind. He was flanked by a short man, an average looking man that had a buzzed-cut hair, an older bald man and a man with dirty blonde hair. The Middle Easterner was concerned over John’s welfare. “Are you all right?” he inquired, “Are you injured?”
“Only my wits.” John exclaimed.
“Why the hell did you shoot at him?” Tony demanded.
“My deepest apologizes. It was a tense situation. Your friend just appeared out of no where.”
“Who are you guys?” asked one of the females.
“We’re the survivors of Flight 815.” Marita answered.
The group that they just met when silent. They stared in disbelief about what was just said. The older man with the scar down his right eye smirked. It was almost as he knew what was happening. He knew who they were. “They are from the tail section,” the old man smiled.
“Where da hell did ya’ll land?” asked the dirty blond man with a heavy southern accent.
“The other side of the island.” McKay answered.
“That’s crazy!” the short man exclaimed, “How the bloody hell did you know to come here?”
Eddie wasn’t listening to the people ask their questions. He was staring in the distance of the dead body being covered in rain. The body of the man who taught him about coconuts. He gently reached up and pulled on Tony’s index finger. “Tony?” he asked, “They killed Mr. Ethan.”
Marita looked in the distance at the body. It was indeed the body of the man who spoke to Eddie and gave her the creepiest of smiles. McKay knew Ethan from what Alexander was telling him; about a psychopath who stole babies from Red Faction. The Australian then put two and two together; seeing the pregnant woman. Was Ethan trying to take her unborn child? The dark-skinned man was speechless. How did these people know Ethan? The average looking man then reached over past his friends and placed his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for all this,” he coughed, “No more questions. Are you guys alone?”
“No, we have more people back there.” The blind man pointed out.
“Sayid, get these people to the caves,” the man turned around, “Sawyer, Locke, help me get Ethan’s body out of here. Kate? You and Charlie take Claire back to the caves.”
Sayid handed his gun back to the average looking man. He then held out his hand to John. “If you will lead the way?” he said politely.
“I’ll show you.” McKay mentioned.
McKay and Sayid walked forward. Marita and Tony followed behind with Eddie in tow. Mia and John walked together. The archer massaged his elbow, still trying to get his heart to calm down from his near miss. Mia looked at him with concerned. “You okay, John?” she asked.
“I can’t tell cause I am soaked but. . .uh . . I think I might have pissed myself,” he confessed.
“It’s okay, John. I probably would have too.” She said, smiling.
“So, uh . .Mia, is that bald guy . .is that . .”
“Yes, it’s him,” Mia sighed, looking at them disappear into the distance, “I can’t believe he’s really real. He’s really here John.”
“The funny part, I am curious what you have to say to him.” He tried to smile, “Let me know when you want to speak with him.”
“I will.”
As they walked, Sayid pushed aside the branches with McKay leading the way. The Australian looked at the man and then offered his hand. “Barto McKay,” he said.
“Sayid Jarrah,” he said, shaking his hand.
“Sayid, I caught most of the names of the people back there. Who was the guy with the buzzed cut and the tattoo?”
“His name is Jack. He also happens to be our resident doctor.”
“What?” Tony paused, “What did you say?”
“I said he is our doctor.”
Tony almost collapsed. Another doctor on the island? He chuckled at himself and Marita found herself giggling along with him. John smirked, remembering Tony mentioning about the odds of finding another doctor on the island was slim to none. Sayid raised an eyebrow at their laughter. “May I inquire what is so humorous?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Tony smirked, “It’s just nice to know if my friends need a second opinion . ..they’ll get one.”
Yesterday was their biggest clue. As they were trekking down from the mountain overpass, they had come across the remains of a campfire. It looked and smelled several days old. Even though a few of them argued that it was left behind by Andra’s mother, others argued it was the other survivors. They had been trekking for several days now. Their nerves were wearing thin. “We never should have come out here.” Natasha moaned, under the tarp.
“Tasha, we’re getting close,” John pointed out, “You can’t give up now.”
“Give up?” she exclaimed, “What is there to give up, John? I am soaked, I am freezing and I am standing under a tarp into the middle of the freaking jungle.”
“Could be worse,” Cecil coughed, “You could be dead.”
“SHUT UP, CECIL!” she screamed.
“Guys, we are close to them,” Mia said, “I know we are.”
“Then lead the way, girl!” Cecil grunted, “We’re only here following your idiotic hunches!”
“Watch it, old man!” John screamed back.
“ENOUGH!” Tony screamed.
The group finally calmed down. Shanna blinked, always amazed that when Tony talked, they usually listened. Tony took a deep breath, rubbing Eddie’s shoulders who stood beneath him. “Listen to me,” the blind doctor sighed, “We are close. We have to be. Now we are going to wait for the rain to stop. Then we’ll continue on toward the beach which can’t be far now. We are not going to yell at each other, cause all that will wind up happening is us, STILL HERE, with the same problem!”
The group was quiet. They were tired and miserable. Tony didn’t like to take charge but sometimes it was necessary. Eddie then held out his coffee cup, collecting rain water. The blind doctor smirked hearing the water collect into the cup. Even still, the little boy was doing what he told him. As Tony leaned up to stretch in the cramp space, his new razor sharp ears caught a sound. He turned, concentrated. At first he thought it was an echo of the screaming that they made but he realized it wasn’t. “Did anybody hear that?” asked Tony.
“What, the rain?” asked Cecil, “We can hear that just fine.”
“No, it sounds like . . .fighting.” the blind doctor whispered.
“Fighting?” asked Marita.
“Is there a faction over here that we don’t know about?” asked McKay.
“Not likely,” Tony shook his head, “We should go check it out.”
“I’ll go with you.” John replied.
“I’ll lead the way,” Marita said, taking his arm.
“Can I come, Tony?” asked Eddie, “PLEEEEEZZZEEE?”
“Okay, uh . .stay with Mia. Mia, you want to come with us?”
The Lakota girl patted Shanna on the arm and walked forward, taking Eddie by the hand. McKay told the others to say put while they checked it out. They’d be back shortly.
The group made their way through the jungle, with the rain coming down on top of them. John led the way with Tony and Marita behind. Eddie hummed to himself while Mia walked with him and McKay held up the rear, checking for anything out of the ordinary. Tony concentrated on the sound he heard earlier. It was the sound of fighting, he was certain of it. However, due to the sound of the rain all around him, he could not pinpoint it’s location. They just had to go a little ways and then a massive sound startled them.
The sound of gunfire.
John turned to the noise. It wasn’t that far. He quickly pulled out an arrow, arming it in the string of his bow. He then started to jog toward the sound. Tony and Marita quickly followed him, with Mia, Eddie, and McKay close behind. They kept walking through bushes, and trees, pushing them aside. John then shoved a branch aside and found the source of the noise. There was a grouping of people in a small clearing, standing over a dead man. “What the hell-“John started to say.
Then the dark-skinned man turned and fired at John. The archer’s body flung backwards after the shot was fired. Mia immediately screamed. McKay tackled both her and Eddie, swinging them to the bushes. Marita grabbed Tony, pulling him down. The blind man quickly reached out, grabbing his friend by the shirt. He swiftly pulled him toward him. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!” Tony screamed at the top of his lungs, “HOLD YOUR FIRE!! WE HAVE A CHILD BACK HERE!! HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!”
“What did he say?” someone said in a foreign tongue.
“JOHN!!” the blind doctor shook his archer friend, “JOHN!!”
John then woke up. He quickly made a wheezing sound, then started slapping all parts of his chest. Marita looked concerned, trying to see where he was shot but she saw no blood of any kind. John then leaned up, feeling for his head and neck. No wounds of any kind. Marita then spotted what was shot. She gently reached over and poked her finger through the hold in the top portion of John’s quiver. “They shot your arrows, John.” She smiled.
John gasped, collapsing into Tony’s lap. The blind doctor patted him on the chest, letting him know they were okay. As they stood up, Mia embraced him. John could barely stand, knowing the fact that he was almost shot. Then he looked to his left. The group of people walked up to them. They were comprised of two women and five men. Amazingly enough, one of them was pregnant. The dark-skinned man definitely was a Middle Easterner of some kind. He was flanked by a short man, an average looking man that had a buzzed-cut hair, an older bald man and a man with dirty blonde hair. The Middle Easterner was concerned over John’s welfare. “Are you all right?” he inquired, “Are you injured?”
“Only my wits.” John exclaimed.
“Why the hell did you shoot at him?” Tony demanded.
“My deepest apologizes. It was a tense situation. Your friend just appeared out of no where.”
“Who are you guys?” asked one of the females.
“We’re the survivors of Flight 815.” Marita answered.
The group that they just met when silent. They stared in disbelief about what was just said. The older man with the scar down his right eye smirked. It was almost as he knew what was happening. He knew who they were. “They are from the tail section,” the old man smiled.
“Where da hell did ya’ll land?” asked the dirty blond man with a heavy southern accent.
“The other side of the island.” McKay answered.
“That’s crazy!” the short man exclaimed, “How the bloody hell did you know to come here?”
Eddie wasn’t listening to the people ask their questions. He was staring in the distance of the dead body being covered in rain. The body of the man who taught him about coconuts. He gently reached up and pulled on Tony’s index finger. “Tony?” he asked, “They killed Mr. Ethan.”
Marita looked in the distance at the body. It was indeed the body of the man who spoke to Eddie and gave her the creepiest of smiles. McKay knew Ethan from what Alexander was telling him; about a psychopath who stole babies from Red Faction. The Australian then put two and two together; seeing the pregnant woman. Was Ethan trying to take her unborn child? The dark-skinned man was speechless. How did these people know Ethan? The average looking man then reached over past his friends and placed his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for all this,” he coughed, “No more questions. Are you guys alone?”
“No, we have more people back there.” The blind man pointed out.
“Sayid, get these people to the caves,” the man turned around, “Sawyer, Locke, help me get Ethan’s body out of here. Kate? You and Charlie take Claire back to the caves.”
Sayid handed his gun back to the average looking man. He then held out his hand to John. “If you will lead the way?” he said politely.
“I’ll show you.” McKay mentioned.
McKay and Sayid walked forward. Marita and Tony followed behind with Eddie in tow. Mia and John walked together. The archer massaged his elbow, still trying to get his heart to calm down from his near miss. Mia looked at him with concerned. “You okay, John?” she asked.
“I can’t tell cause I am soaked but. . .uh . . I think I might have pissed myself,” he confessed.
“It’s okay, John. I probably would have too.” She said, smiling.
“So, uh . .Mia, is that bald guy . .is that . .”
“Yes, it’s him,” Mia sighed, looking at them disappear into the distance, “I can’t believe he’s really real. He’s really here John.”
“The funny part, I am curious what you have to say to him.” He tried to smile, “Let me know when you want to speak with him.”
“I will.”
As they walked, Sayid pushed aside the branches with McKay leading the way. The Australian looked at the man and then offered his hand. “Barto McKay,” he said.
“Sayid Jarrah,” he said, shaking his hand.
“Sayid, I caught most of the names of the people back there. Who was the guy with the buzzed cut and the tattoo?”
“His name is Jack. He also happens to be our resident doctor.”
“What?” Tony paused, “What did you say?”
“I said he is our doctor.”
Tony almost collapsed. Another doctor on the island? He chuckled at himself and Marita found herself giggling along with him. John smirked, remembering Tony mentioning about the odds of finding another doctor on the island was slim to none. Sayid raised an eyebrow at their laughter. “May I inquire what is so humorous?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Tony smirked, “It’s just nice to know if my friends need a second opinion . ..they’ll get one.”
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