Travis Hawke (whatkarmaadvise) wrote in stormy_ic, @ 2013-06-12 00:12:00 |
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When the wind started picking up speed, that's when Travis knew the island was in for another of its turbulent storms. They were almost to the area where the large signal fire was located. If they could make it there before the storm hit, they'd be okay... When they'd set out from their small camp on the opposite side of the crags two days ago, it had seemed like a hopeful journey. During the month they'd been on the island, their radio, which was in poor shape to begin with, had caught snippets of conversation all over the island. For whatever reason, Travis had been unable to get any messages through. Whether anyone heard him, he didn't know, but it didn't stop him from trying. Now, here they were; Travis, Viola and Ian, cornered in a cave at the base of the rocky area. An entire pack of wolves β he was unsure just how many there were β had tracked them, cornered them, forced them into hiding. More vicious than they'd previously been. Before, they hadn't dared come too close to their small camp. Right now, they didn't seem to care that a storm was raging. Travis, armed with torches and a campfire at the entrance to the cave, was doing his best to keep the wolves at bay. Not an easy task with a dislocated shoulder and several bruises, but the throbbing in his arm did a good job of keeping him awake during the night. Small favors from the fall he'd taken down one of the unsteady paths they'd traversed. Morning should've been a welcome change, but the rain and wind waged on... And the wolves continued to howl and growl outside the cave entrance. Had anyone heard his transmission? Ian stirred to wakefulness sometime during his zombie-like pondering. It was a wonder the baby had gotten any sleep at all during the night. He'd been so scared. Travis was sure he'd never felt a worse feeling before. Having his son be threatened like this and not being able to properly defend him. As if the ship sinking wasn't bad enough. It was one of the first times in Travis' life that he wished he had a gun. When Ian started crying again, Travis sighed and closed his eyes. He swallowed past the dry lump in his throat, wishing he knew how to be more comforting to his own son. βIt'll be okay, buddy. We'll get out of this...β |