The Preserve; Saturday Morning
The last thing Boone remembered was going out into the jungle with John, telling him that maybe this whole opening the hatch thing was a waste of time and possibly they should tell Jack about the existence of a weird metal door on a seemingly deserted island.
Next thing you know he wakes up in the woods alone and tied up. John had obviously been a boy scout because this knot was ridiculous.
"JOHN!" Boone shouted. "JOHN THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
He didn't know why he added the funny part. John didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor.
Boone struggled with the knots for a few more moments before deciding that there's no way he could get out of them himself without dislocating something. There had to have been a knife around here. John wouldn't just leave him out here alone without a weapon, not with the--
"Oh shit." He had forgotten about the smoke monster.
As if on cue, Boone heard the rustling of trees behind him. The odd sound that reminded Boone of a combination of an addition machine and an animal growling started to get louder. He ducked down against a tree and hoped to god the thing didn't see him.
If he made it out of here alive, he was never going to listen to John Locke again.
[This might be the only time where I remember it's AU Weekend so I better post now. Establishy! Totally lied about that establishy thing. For one!]
Next thing you know he wakes up in the woods alone and tied up. John had obviously been a boy scout because this knot was ridiculous.
"JOHN!" Boone shouted. "JOHN THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
He didn't know why he added the funny part. John didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor.
Boone struggled with the knots for a few more moments before deciding that there's no way he could get out of them himself without dislocating something. There had to have been a knife around here. John wouldn't just leave him out here alone without a weapon, not with the--
"Oh shit." He had forgotten about the smoke monster.
As if on cue, Boone heard the rustling of trees behind him. The odd sound that reminded Boone of a combination of an addition machine and an animal growling started to get louder. He ducked down against a tree and hoped to god the thing didn't see him.
If he made it out of here alive, he was never going to listen to John Locke again.
[This might be the only time where I remember it's AU Weekend so I better post now. Establishy! Totally lied about that establishy thing. For one!]