He pulls out the cooler from the backseat of the truck and
heads back in. He returns to the two
men, where Greg explains to Deacon that Dave had told him that he was an Army
Ranger and that he been shot in Iraq, during the Gulf War.
“That is how I ended up in this chair,” Dave adds as he pats
the arm rests on the wheelchair.
“Well, that explains the dead on shooting,” Deacon says jokingly.
Deacon then inquires about how Dave ended up out on the
island.
“I was the park manager out here, and I was already out here
when everything went to shit on the main land.
It was then that I decided I was better off to stay out here.”
Greg, anxious to reunite with his wife, asks Dave if he minds
if Deacon and he go and get the rest of their group they had left behind.
Dave tells them, “The sooner the better, before things get any
worse on the main land.”
“We should be back in about two hours,” Greg states.
Deacon, already getting up, shakes Dave’s hand and thanks
him, again. Dave assures them that he
will be waiting.
In the truck, Greg goes on about how perfect the island is.
“It has everything. Water,
it’s safe, and good positioning. What
more could we ask for?”
Deacon breaks in and asks, “What about food?”
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