fikgirl ([identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crossing_lostrp 2006-09-21 12:03 am (UTC)

[Michael] Back at the Beach . . .

"Dad! Dad! Wake up!"

Michael roused slowly, shrugging off sleep as Walt shook his shoulder frantically. His sleep laden brain caught up with his surroundings, and picking up on his son's panic, he came fully awake. "Walt, what is it?"

"There's one more. Sayid got one but there's another one."

Micheal instantly jumped to his feet, looking around anxiously for signs of The Others. Instead, all he saw were a few fellow castaways and the undisturbed shelters along the beach. "Walt, son, there's no one --"

"There is! And we have to go now. We have to hurry, come on!" Walt tugged on him again, and for the first time Michael noticed how quiet the night was, how even Vincent hunkered down protectively, and how Sue stood slightly behind Walt.

"Walt, if something's wrong, we have to warn everyone."

"Then we'll hit the gong on the way out, but please, Dad, we have to go now!"

[OOC: Ok, had to save the "kids," but it's free culling season on any NPCs left on the beach after Walt and Michael sound that alarm.]

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