Sam writhed in his sleep. Death, blood, and fire surrounded him. The island was steeped in it, punctuated only by a few bright points. Those gleaming stars -- people close by, others further away -- simultaneously attracted and repelled him. No, they called to *him.* The pitch swarm around his core yearned to consume them
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[Sam Tyler, Locke]starborn_scribeApril 24 2007, 12:31:33 UTC
A tremor jolted Sam out of a deep sleep.
"Wot the bloody hell was that?" Hunt grumbled.
"Don't know," Sam mumbled as he jumped down from the top bunk. After donning the clothes he'd worn the day before he flipped the light on.
The DCI surprised Sam by not complaining. The older man had dressed as well, and wore a serious expression. Hunt opened the drawer in which they'd deposited the handguns they'd secured from the armory. Hunt handed Sam the 9 mm pistol butt-first, keeping the revolver for himself. "Right. Control room."
Sam nodded. He followed his superior into the hallway.
The pair nearly collided with Locke outside the south entrance to the control room. "What happened?" Sam queried.
Locke shook his head. "There was a blast of a sort on the east side of the bunker. Outside."
"'Of a sort?'" Hunt scowled.
"No fire." He pushed past Sam and Hunt. "I'm going to check on those camping out there."
It's someone else and it's meant to look like it's the missing people from the jail. Whether it is or not depends on what is intended for to be happening to them, as I'm sure there are plenty of reasons for other people on this island to be dreaming of such unpleasantness.
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"Wot the bloody hell was that?" Hunt grumbled.
"Don't know," Sam mumbled as he jumped down from the top bunk. After donning the clothes he'd worn the day before he flipped the light on.
The DCI surprised Sam by not complaining. The older man had dressed as well, and wore a serious expression. Hunt opened the drawer in which they'd deposited the handguns they'd secured from the armory. Hunt handed Sam the 9 mm pistol butt-first, keeping the revolver for himself. "Right. Control room."
Sam nodded. He followed his superior into the hallway.
The pair nearly collided with Locke outside the south entrance to the control room. "What happened?" Sam queried.
Locke shook his head. "There was a blast of a sort on the east side of the bunker. Outside."
"'Of a sort?'" Hunt scowled.
"No fire." He pushed past Sam and Hunt. "I'm going to check on those camping out there."
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