Shannon blinked. Okay, probably not an Other. The Others would know who she was, she thought. She got to her feet slowly and smoothed her muddy skirt down. That was when she noticed the little box labeled "Survival Kit." Furrowing her brow, she picked it up and opened it, looking inside. The only thing that looked even remotely useful was the water. She'd look more thoroughly later, though. Closing the box again, Shannon tucked it under her arm and took a few steps toward the voice.
"Easy, killer," she snapped back. "I'm Shannon," she added in just as nasty a voice. God, what a bitch, whoever she was...