When the rain petered off, Wood got back to work with the rest of the survivors. He started learning a few of the names, the bald man introduced himself as John Locke, the big guy, Hurley. He learned the names of the rain enthusiast and his lady friend; James and Lena Running Bear, a newlywed couple from Alaska.
Lena had managed to find her bag, which contained, among other things, a book about edible plants in the tropics.
“I bought it in Hawaii.” She explained. “Could be we’ll be here for a while. Couldn’t hurt to know what’s good to eat eh?”
Wood nodded in agreement. “Don’t go too far into the tree line unless you have someone with you.” He advised.
“Oh, no need to worry about that.” She shuddered. “Reed was right about one thing this morning. That thing reminds me a lot of the Wendigo.”
“You believe in the Wendigo?”
“Well I’ve never seen it,” she said. “But back home when I was a kid the wind could sometimes sound pretty spooky. My brother told me it was the Wendigo hunting.”
“Did it sound like this thing?” Wood asked seriously.
She looked at him askance, probably wondering if he really believed in evil spirits. “Not exactly. Just, you know, spooky.”
A whistle from above caught her their attention and James stuck his head out of the leaves of the tree they were standing below.
“Lena,” he said. “This what you meant?” holding onto the tree with one hand, and holding what looked like a kind of coconut in the other, he held it out for her inspection.
“Toss it down.” She instructed.
Wood left them too it. Nice to see a couple like that.
“So how do you want to do this?” Wood asked, staring at the building before them.
“What, haven’t you done this before?” Faith asked, a lop-sided grin on her face.
“Sure, but not with you.” He replied. His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the entryway. “Looks like it could get ugly.”
Faith shrugged. “Nothing we can’t handle right?”
“Let’s try not to resort to violence unless we absolutely have to.” Robin reprimanded her.
She laughed, linking her arm with his. “Hey c’mon, it’s a movie theater. How tough could it be?”
Wood grinned. “How’d I let you talk me into this?”
“Me?” the prodigal Slayer protested. “What was all that about surprising me?”
“Dinner and movie was your idea.”
“Okay yeah that’s true. I only went on one real date. One that ended well anyway.”
“Dinner and a movie?” he guessed.
“Yeah. I was like, I dunno, 12.”
Wood shook his head in dismay. “Back to basics. Gotcha.”
“Wood!” Michael was pelting down the beach, Walt close behind. “Wood!”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, meeting them.
Michael held out a pair of handcuffs. “I think we’ve got trouble.”
To Be Continued...