Having not yet explored the full extent of the island, Betty wanders through the more veggitated areas alone, finding inner peace along the way.  Bruce might be able to meditate cross-legged, but her legs always fell asleep if she sat for too long.  She's not out for any particular reason; really it's just to clear her head, and maybe get her ( Read more... )

She was exploring again, and this time she had found her mark. It had taken awhile, mostly because she kept getting distracted whenever she went to explore the Compound to find the caves. There really was so very much to find. But those adventures aside, she had finally found them ( Read more... )

He'd been just trying to find the darts, just so he could bring them back to the house for a day. He hadn't even bothered with the light because it was just a moment in there to fetch something that might get George to remember that he existed while his 'Buck' was around, now. And then someone had bumped the door with their shoulder or their hand ( Read more... )

“No, keep us high. Open the back door.”

Bruce makes his way towards the back of the helicoptor, shifting carefully as it opens. Behind him, Betty tried to catch his arm. He knows she’s yelling at him to stop, but over the rush of wind and the pounding in his ears he barely hears her.

Think about this, she tells him. He turns to face her, ( Read more... )

The floor shook beneath Betty's feet and everyone stumbled from side to side uneasily as they tried to claw their way around the inside of the helicopter. Her light blue eyes were wide as she watched the two massive men hanging from the aircraft's base struggling against each other. Another shake brought her to her knees with a small shriek and she ( Read more... )