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I'M WOKEN UP TO A DOG BARKING REPEATEDLY. My curiosity gets the better of me and I'm quickly on my feet, as well as everyone else. The dog barks specifically at the scrambles left of the plane that lies on the beach.
"What is it?" I hear Kate ask a few meters from where I'm standing next to Sayid and Claire.
"Somebody's in there," Claire says, shakily.
Sayid speaks up at my side. "Everyone in there is dead."
"Sawyer," Jack accuses.
"Right behind you, jackass," Sawyer snarls right next to him, wearing an offended look on his face.
I stifle the laugh that tries to make its way out of my mouth. At my snort Sawyer looks my way, his eyes fighting to meet mine. I don't let him as I look away. I'm still mad at him for what he did.
"Jack," I hear Kate mutter when Jack starts to inch towards the plane, switching on a flashlight. Sawyer is on his tail, followed by Kate and me.
Clattering and growling erupts from the plane. Once we're close enough, I take a look inside. Unfortunately it's way too dark for me to see anything. A shadow of something messing around in the plane is all I can see.
"I'm gonna shed some light on this thing," Sawyer grunts beside me and raises his flashlight. The second the light hits whatever is hiding inside the plane, it roars.
"Run!" Jack yells, "Get out of here!"
I whirl around and bolt in the opposite direction. People are screaming from left to right, causing a chaos to occur. Everyone frantically searches for a place to hide.
"Mia!"
At the mention of my name I glance over at Sawyer. Before I know it, he's running up to me and rips me further away from danger. Eventually he stops and pulls me with him behind some barrels lying on the beach. My breath is ragged as I watch the animals disappear into the jungle.
"They've gone," Sayid states.
"What the hell what that?" Charlie asks as I stand up from me and Sawyer's hiding place.
"Boars."
A man who I don't remember seeing before speaks up. He's bald with a short beard and a wound scratched from his eyebrow, through his eye, and down his cheek. I observe as a smile finds its way to his face.
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THE NEXT MORNING AS I'M GATHERING SOME WOOD FROM THE JUNGLE, I notice Sawyer and Hurley in a disagreement. Moments later they're fighting for a backpack. A sigh leaves my mouth before I throw the wood and head over to them.
