After the initial celebration and then Logan stumbling into my bookcase like a lumbering idiot -- okay, partially my fault -- I wasn't really paying too much attention for the first half of the walk to the compound. Then I started to notice things... Like how empty the path was, how eerily quiet the jungle seemed, and how the few people I saw along the way looked like they'd been through hell. Then there's the fact that Max keeps whining, hanging back close at my heels and sniffing frantically at the air.
Something's wrong, but it isn't until I break the tree line and see the utter fucking chaos already building up around the compound that I know it's not just a bad feeling.
I run the whole way back, nearly colliding with at least two people and tripping on a goddamn tree limb just outside The Hamlet. My palms are scrapped up and I feel sorta like an idiot when I turn the corner in the path and see that everything here looks quiet. Standing outside the hut and trying to catch my breath, I run a hand over my hair and reach down to pet Max, but the hut's never been real soundproof so the shouting inside practically echoes 'round the whole clearing. With that sharp sound of skin colliding with skin and a body hitting the floor I'm moving again, calling out Logan's name and bursting through the door, only to freeze right inside.
After months of Logan seeing some fucking ghost hovering around, fucking with his life and mine, and knowing this place, I should've been expecting this. I wasn't.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?" I probably could've approached this with a little more caution, but it's the first thing I can think to say, 'cause he doesn't belong on this island and he sure as hell doesn't belong here.
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Date: 2007-10-16 07:44 pm (UTC)After the initial celebration and then Logan stumbling into my bookcase like a lumbering idiot -- okay, partially my fault -- I wasn't really paying too much attention for the first half of the walk to the compound. Then I started to notice things... Like how empty the path was, how eerily quiet the jungle seemed, and how the few people I saw along the way looked like they'd been through hell. Then there's the fact that Max keeps whining, hanging back close at my heels and sniffing frantically at the air.
Something's wrong, but it isn't until I break the tree line and see the utter fucking chaos already building up around the compound that I know it's not just a bad feeling.
I run the whole way back, nearly colliding with at least two people and tripping on a goddamn tree limb just outside The Hamlet. My palms are scrapped up and I feel sorta like an idiot when I turn the corner in the path and see that everything here looks quiet. Standing outside the hut and trying to catch my breath, I run a hand over my hair and reach down to pet Max, but the hut's never been real soundproof so the shouting inside practically echoes 'round the whole clearing. With that sharp sound of skin colliding with skin and a body hitting the floor I'm moving again, calling out Logan's name and bursting through the door, only to freeze right inside.
After months of Logan seeing some fucking ghost hovering around, fucking with his life and mine, and knowing this place, I should've been expecting this. I wasn't.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?" I probably could've approached this with a little more caution, but it's the first thing I can think to say, 'cause he doesn't belong on this island and he sure as hell doesn't belong here.