Saint's legs were starting to tire him out. He couldn't keep up with the old man's pace any longer, besides, the old man was floating across the floors while he walked. "Hey, can you slow down a bit and I can get something to drink, it feels like I've been walking for days." Saint said, coming to a stop. "You want something to drink, and you're tired already, we haven't even gotten through half of our journey!" The old man pointed out. "What?!""You've got to be kidding me right?!" He exclaimed. "I'm not. Come now, we're almost there." The old man beckoned with his outstretched hand. "That's what you said like an hour and two hours ago, that were almost there, still, I keep walking like my life depends on it.""Because it does, son. Haven't you realised it yet?"Saint put his hands on his knees and did not reply him. "Come on, son, let's keep walking. It's not as far as you think anymore.""No, I've got to take a rest first, I can't keep on walking at this rate, I might pass out

Drake's head pounded as he slammed his fists against the cold, metal walls of his cell. Thick stench of chemicals filled the air, the toxic gas that seeped through the vents made his vision blur and his muscles to twitch uncontrollably. Sweat dripped down his temple as he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay upright. He had to fight it. He had to resist whatever poison Vic had injected into him.His nails clawed at the walls, leaving deep marks in the already battered surface. His breathing came out in ragged gasps, and a deep, primal rage boiled inside of him. The fluid coursing through his veins made his skin burn, and his head to spin. His thoughts turn to madness, It was like a thousand voices screaming in his mind, telling him to break, to succumb, to let go of the will to fight."Let me out!!" Drake roared, his voice was raw from long hours of yelling. His fingers trembled as he tore at his shirt, trying to rid himself of the unbearable heat rising in his body. His clothes

They shook him fervently to make sure that he had been knocked out before they carried his body off of the floor and flung him into his cell. The first guard hurriedly locked the cell and watched Drake's body for a while. His brows creased as worry settled beneath his stomach when he noticed that something was deeply wrong. Drake's body wasn't moving and the regular rise and fall of his chest to induce that he was still breathing was absent. "Did you kill him?!" The first guard's voice trembled as he spoke, "i said did you kill him?!" He asked against in a loud tone but made sure it wasn't loud enough to be heard by Vic. "What do you mean by that, of course we did not!" Another guard replied this time. "Then why is he not breathing?!" The first guard's heart began to pound vigorously in his chest, "Move aside let's see." The other guards shoved him to the side as they made their way forward to see for themselves. They all stared with grave intensity, waiting for Drake's body to

It was at that point that Saint realised where they were. Why hadn't he sensed that something was wrong on time, it seemed as though a cloak had been removed from his eyes. "No one should step down from the car!" Saint ordered when the car had been brought to a halt. "Oh you don't need to tell me that twice. I already know what's going on....if you had just listened to me earlier..." Gerald grumbled and folded his hands. Despite the eerie environment that they were in, he felt no single iota of fear and instead disappointment toward Saint for not believing him earlier on. "I'm going to go check it out." Saint said and without giving them any chance to process their thoughts, he was already out of the car. Gerald's lips parted slightly in bewilderment. He wanted to say something but then hesitated and kept silent. "Aren't you coming, Gerald, I'm going with him." Sayid said, cutting through Gerald's line of thoughts. "Are you out of your damn mind?!" Gerald exclaimed. Sayid chuck

He tried to get a glimpse of his life flashing before him as his eyes were shut tight. He swallowed the bile in his throat for the umpteenth time and breathing heavily—the smell of death hissing past his nostrils. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that his time had finally come, he could feel the power from the creature growing stronger by every passing minute and the hot drool from its mouth descending on him. "Spare my life, I beg of you!" Gerald clasped his palms in a form of a plea and raised it above his head. He hoped in his heart that the creature understood what he was saying. "Spare my life and I'd do anything that you want me to!" He said again and his hands fell weakly onto the floor, grabbing the soil in front of him. His whole body shivered from the cold that was seeping through his veins, never had he been faced with such situation. "I never should have left the car," he repeated. A loud shriek from the creature shook the leaves on the trees causing Gerald to c