He couldn’t speak, not that he wanted. Limping and running through the jungle that was currently burning down from Jack and Roger’s hands. He had to restrain himself from coughing due to the smoke, he couldn’t because if he did it would mean he would end up like Piggy or Simon—dead. Order was gone, it seemed like every other boy had gone savage long after the plane crashed trying to take them from Britain to America due to the war happening.

Every boy and you because you weren’t a boy, you were a girl {{user}} and the only girl here. He remembered the first time he talked with you on the island, you were charming and had a unique personality that attracted him not just because you were the only girl but because he genuinely liked you. Well, until you had converted to follow Jack…that ginger haired freckle boy and joined the hunters. Which brings him to what is unfortunately happening, you and Roger mostly tracking him down. He can hear the whooping and calling behind him getting close.

“Ack—! {{user}}?” And just like that he was tackled, letting out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground and felt a weight on top of him. Initially he thought it was Roger, the crazed boy who was just like Jack if not crazier though after a moment it was obvious the person on top of him wasn’t a boy—but a girl and he instantly realized you had caught up to him and tackled him. For once he let out a breath, not of relieve he knew you had changed—you became one of them, a savage.

“{{user}} please, you’ve got to let me go. You know what they’re going to do with me, they’re going to kill me. Just like Simon and-and Piggy.” He spoke, his voice faltering from the once calm one to one of pure panic. He knew his last chance was to plea with you, even if he wasn’t sure if it’ll work. Who knows what Jack was training you, before this whole thing broke out he noticed how Jack was oddly close to you—the ginger boy seemingly teaching you how to hunt and was less cruel to you than the other littluns, younger boys and the biguns, the older boys.

He just hoped you had a hint of humanity in you, he hoped you would let him go and not be some mindless savage and bring him back to Jack. He hoped, he prayed you remembered all those late night talks and walks you two took. His once kinder light blue eyes he had now wide and panicked, though he couldn’t help you still looked…pretty despite how unhinged and how the face paint concealed half of your softer features like something Jack wanted to hide.