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10. Promises
”You stay close to me, Maura.” Jane whispered into the doctors ear. ”I can’t lose you.” She melted into the delicate warmth of Maura’s body.
”I’m not going anywhere.” Maura squeezed Jane’s hands, ”I promise.”
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Steve sat next to the lifeless body of Walter Sykes. The gurgling and silent gasps had subsided quickly, leaving Walter staring up at the canopy.
Steve stared at the blood on his hands, he’d always expected it to be bright red, like in the movies but it wasn’t. As it dried with time, it became a darker and darker brown, like sauce, or mud.
Tears fell freely from his eyes. Walter had left him no choice, that’s what he told himself but still he wept for the waste of life. The sharp blade had sliced effortlessly through skin, flesh and veins, spilling Walter’s life carelessly over the ground.
Walter had fought, the hole in his windpipe made it impossible for him to take a breath as his heart pumped his lifeblood haphazardly out of his neck. Wild, wide eyes fixed on Steve as Walter had collapsed, his hands reaching for his throat in a desperate attempt to save his own life.
Steve rubbed at the dried blood on his hands, trying to remove the evidence of his murderous participation. He hadn’t expected Walter to be so cold. Sure, he was the mastermind behind the trip but he had never shown the desire to kill innocent people, or children. Bear or Chip would kill you as soon as look at you, that much Steve was sure of, but he always thought that somewhere inside of Walter was a good man.
Getting to his feet, Steve brushed himself down and looked around. Walter had been carrying a pack of supplies, food, water and most importantly, a satellite phone. Or he had when he was on the plane.
Steve began a frantic search of the area, ripping ferns and other plants up as he hunted for the bag. Coming up with only handfuls of plants, Steve reached into his bag, pulling out the crudely drawn map of the island. There were few places to hide, little shelter that didn’t fill with water, which meant few places where Walter could have been camping out.



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