Death becomes them...

[im_sinking]

We had spent a few whole days on this miserable island, with no sign of rescue, and a dying hope of survival. The pilot... he was gone. Food, what little we'd even had to begin with was beyond short supply. People were still panicking

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[cantbeahero]

There was nothing we could have done, there was nothing we could have done. I kept repeating the words in my head as my eyes morbidly tracked along the wounds in sun's mutilated body. Finally I couldn't look anymore and I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around Kate's slightly shaking form.

I held her close and tried to block out the image of Sun's body, the image of Jin's. There really was nothing any of us could have done but the guilt still tore a hole deep inside. Two more lives to tick on, how many more would this island claim? Rescue wasn't happening, we all knew that and there was something capable of shredding a body to pieces in the jungle and we've got to survive it. I ran my hand up and down Kate's back soothingly, I'm not sure if it's more for her or me and I couldn't tell if it was working either way.

"No, I guess not," I responded finally and opened my eyes to look down at her.

"We ... should get back. I'll find some help to come back and ... we'll give them a proper burial."

It seemed like the right thing to do. If we just gathered some tarp and rope and a few men came out we'd be able to bring her back and let her rest with her husband. Rest in peace perhaps, if such a thing is possible after such gruesome deaths.