Annihilate Him (Volume 2)

by Christina Ross

  “Then what do you want us to do?” Tank said.

  “Find one of the women,” Blackwell said. “If you’re going to take a risk, find one of the women and reason with her. Those men hunt for meat. But the women? My bet it that the women on this island collect the fruit, such as the pineapples from that massive grove we came upon. And those pineapples are in season and ripe for picking. Cutter told us that it was the women who demanded that the men assist him, which they did. The men set his arm. The men cleaned his wound. They did all of that because the women obviously have some influence here. So, I’d suggest that you find one of the women and talk with her. Tell her that we also want off this island so all of us can live out our lives in peace. Tell her that we don’t want to inconvenience any of them. Tell her that we just want a chance to leave, and that any help she can give us to that end would be appreciated. If that boat has the communications technology necessary to reach whatever island they buy their supplies from, then maybe she or someone close to her could find a way to send out a brief message about our location without anyone knowing. Here’s something else to consider—maybe it’s nearly time for them to make another trip to that island for additional supplies. If that’s the case, she could alert someone that we crashed here. Who knows what could happen if you find the right person—and connect with her.”

  “What if she’s unreasonable?” Alex said. “What if she hates us as much as the men do? What if she tells the others that we came to her? Talked with her? Asked her to reach out to someone for us?”

  “I’d rather bet on the heart of a woman than on some random antenna that’s miles away from us and might not work. I have two daughters. These women have children. When you have the shared experience of having a child, bridges can be built. I’m telling you that from experience. Take me with you when you talk with one of them. Take Jennifer, and we’ll share her story with whomever we come upon, not to mention how necessary it is for her to see a doctor. If either of us connect on some profound level with a woman old enough to know what it means to be a mother, the odds are in our favor that that person might help us.” She turned to Tank. “Does that sound psychologically sound to you?”

  “It does,” he said. “Within reason. There’s still a great deal of risk. If they could, don’t you think someone already would have radioed ahead?”

  “Maybe that someone just needs the proper motivation. All women go through the same concerns and worries when they’re expecting a child, Tank. I don’t care who the hell you are, or what your beliefs are. There is a commonality there. A potential connection. Women already have lost children on this island, and they’ve felt that pain. It’s happened. And they’ve felt the loss. I’m convinced this is worth a try.”

  “Alex?” Tank said.

  “I agree with Barbara.”

  “Then we start in the morning,” he said. “You, Alex, Jennifer, and I will go to the pineapple grove. We’ll sit along the periphery, and we’ll wait to see if anyone comes.”

  “Do you think you can get us there without anyone seeing us?” she asked.

  “If we leave early enough, it’s possible. Generally, I hear them leave the area around our hut before dawn. It’s around noontime when they come sniffing around again.”

  “Then we leave just before dawn. Lisa will stay here with the two girls. She’ll assist Cutter, who isn’t getting any better, I might add. He’s in dire shape, and I fear that he’s declining, which is why you must go to him now and assess his condition. You’re going to need the campfire to view the wound. Alex can help you bring him out into the open.”

  “How do you feel about this, Lisa?” Tank asked.

  “To be truthful, I like Barbara’s idea better than yours.” By the tense look on her face, it was clear to me that she also was angry that Tank and Alex had been gone so long. “For the time being, Barbara’s idea makes more sense to me than you risking your lives by going to some antenna that none of us knows will work. That said, if we fail to find a woman on this island whom we can work with, then on the third day, we might have no choice but to see if that antenna works. Now,” she said. “Please tend to Cutter. If we don’t keep on top of his wound, I’m afraid that he won’t make it. And he must make it. He’s come too far for any of us to fail him now, don’t you agree?”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  BEFORE DAWN BROKE, Alex, Tank, Blackwell and I set off for the pineapple grove, while Lisa and the girls stayed behind at the hut.

  Because it was difficult for Blackwell and I to walk in the jungle in heels, we traded shoes with the other women. Blackwell was a good fit for Alexa’s sneakers, and since Lisa had been a habitual thief of my shoes since we were children, I had no problem fitting into her flats—especially once I discovered that they had, after all, once belonged to me.

  “Sorry,” she said when I recognized them.

  “Seriously? I mean, really? Again?”

  “I was going to give them back. I swear.”

  “You never give me my shoes back.”

  “At least the offer is there for you to get them back. You know, when you recognize them. Like you did just now. And look at how lucky you are to have them back—they fit!”

  At that, we hugged each other, and I whispered into her ear that I loved her.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Are you and Tank all right?”

  “We’re fine. He just needed to know that I wasn’t happy with him. I think he got the message. Now, listen to me. I need all of you to be careful out there.”

  “We’ll do our best.”

  And with that, we were off.

  WHEN WE ARRIVED AT the grove, we decided to break into two groups because it was too massive to explore without splitting up. Tank and Blackwell took one corner of the field, and Alex and I took another.

  The plan was to sit concealed just inside the jungle, and wait to see what would happen if anyone came at all. Since the fruit was ripe, it was harvest time, so there were clear signs that the grove was in the process of being harvested, which gave us hope that people would come. Half of the grove already looked cleared to me, which was not the case when we first came upon it several days ago. The question was when would they harvest again. Today? Tomorrow? The next day?

  None of us knew.

  When we separated to take our posts, it was with mixed emotions. Since Lisa had the gun, Tank offered Alex and I the knife.

  “Take it with you,” Alex said. “We’ll make do with our spears.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Jennifer?”

  “Take the knife,” I said. “You need to keep my mother safe.”

  When I said that, Blackwell actually flushed. Then her shoulders dropped, and she came over and kissed me on each cheek. “You are like a daughter to me, you know? So, I have three now—one of whom is actually sane. Thank you for the compliment.”

  “Thank you for coming into my life—even if, at first, it was like a wrecking ball.”

  “One has to make an entrance,” she said.

  Later, after we’d split up, we positioned ourselves so that we could see each other should anyone get into any kind of trouble.

  But I was no fool. This was a risk. If the women came here alone, perhaps we could manage the situation by gesturing to one of the elder women, and reasoning with her. But if armed men came along to protect them because they knew we were on this island, then all bets were off—and Alex and I would be left the most vulnerable.

  “I’m scared,” I said to him.

  “We’ll get through this. We might get lucky.”

  He was kneeling behind me, his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

  “How is your throat today?” I asked.

  “Pretty much healed at this point. Tank took good care of me. I got lucky. Now we need to get lucky today.”

  “I’m worried about Cutter.”

  “So am I. He doesn’t look well. His fever is getting worse—despite the Tylenol and the shots of penicillin Tank ga
ve him before we went to bed last night and again this morning. If the infection has spread into his blood, I’m not sure what we can do for him. There’s a time limit on these sorts of things.”

  “I don’t even want to think about it.”

  “I hear you. But we can’t lose hope—for all sorts of reasons.”

  “You mean our child?”

  “I do.”

  I leaned back against him and shut my eyes. He moved his arms low against my belly, and then he held me closer to him. For a long moment, we just sat like that on the forest floor, neither of us saying a word, but a cloud of despair hung over us that was so palpable, I could feel it in my soul.

  “Whatever happens,” I said. “However this goes—”

  “It’s going to be fine.”

  “We don’t know if it is. But I do know this—whatever happens, I don’t want to wait to have a child. If we have lost our baby, I want to try for another one as soon as the doctors tells us that it’s safe to do so. I want to have your son—or your daughter. Waiting two years is no longer an option for me.”

  “Nor is it for me. I feel the same way.”

  “I love you so much, Alex. I feel as if I’ve let you down.”

  “You need to stop feeling that way,” he said firmly.

  “Easier said than done.”

  “I’ll never know the extent of what you’re going through, but it must come close to how I feel because I’m equally as invested in this pregnancy—I want this child more than anything, Jennifer. I’m praying that it’s safe, thriving, and well. But if we did lose it, then we’ll mourn its loss—and we’ll try for another. It will be cared for, it will be loved, and it will have everything that we can provide for it. But we can’t give up hope now. Our child might still be alive. Whatever happens, I do know this—our love for each other will see us through all of it.”

  “What if there’s no getting out of this situation?”

  “We will get out of this,” he said. And then he paused, as if a thought had just occurred to him. “Even if I have to bribe the men on this island with several million dollars to make the call that will get us the hell out.”

  WHEN HE SAID THAT, all I could do was turn to him in shock.

  “Why the hell didn’t I think of that sooner?” he asked.

  “Because, at first, we thought we were dealing with an indigenous tribe, not people who had fled their country to come and live here. We only met them yesterday—and look how yesterday went. You didn’t have time to think. You and Tank just flew into action.”

  “Bullshit. I should have seen this. It was right in front of me.”

  “I disagree. You also were dealing with the shock of seeing Cutter alive. What matters is that you did think of it. I sure as hell didn’t. Neither did Tank or Blackwell. None of us thought of it until you just brought it up. And thank God that you did—it might be the answer.”

  “These people are actively going to a nearby island for supplies,” he said. “How are they paying for that?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Does someone here have a trust fund? Did a few of them come into a considerable inheritance before they came here that helped to fund their move? Even if they did, the men who brought Cutter back to us said that they’ve been here for decades. That money must be drying up at this point, unless someone here is seriously rich, which could be the case. But even if it isn’t, money talks—even on this island.”

  “We came here this morning with one option,” I said. “Now we have two. Which do we use?”

  “I think you and I both know which one carries more weight, and the least risk.”

  “They’ll want cash. These people want to be left alone. They want to remain anonymous, and cash is about as anonymous as it gets. Cash, we can give them in spades.”

  But even as I said that, Alex’s face darkened. “But only if they believe us,” he said. “We’re in a desperate situation. What if they thought we were lying to them? Who would take an offer of millions of dollars seriously? Would any of them believe it?”

  “We came here on a private plane,” I said. “Scrawled on the side of that plane is the Wenn logo. Show them your license. Prove to them that you are the Wenn behind Wenn. That alone should be enough to convince them.”

  “We should go to Tank with this,” he said. “We need to act on this now.”

  But when he spoke, there was a rustling in the jungle behind us. At first, it sounded far off, but then it quickly became clear that it was coming toward us. I lifted my spear and moved closer to Alex, who moved in front of me in an effort to protect me. Together, we each held our breath and listened to the bending of branches, the snapping of twigs—and to the sudden change in the air.

  When we heard the first snort, we knew what was upon us—wild boar. Again. To make matters worse, when Alex and I stood and poised our spears in their direction, there was a sudden rushing sound followed by two gunshots—which caused me to shriek out in surprise and fear. I reared back and nearly fell over, but Alex caught me and pulled me into his arms.

  And then came a voice from the brush.

  “Put down your spears.”

  It was a woman’s voice. Not young. Middle-aged.

  “Put them down now, or I’ll shoot you.”

  We tossed our spears onto the ground and took a step back toward the grove, our hands lifted high above our heads in hopes that Tank and Blackwell would see us. At the very least, I knew that they’d heard those gunshots—and that Tank likely was trying to find a way to get to us now.

  “Why are you here?” the woman asked.

  Through the thick green foliage that cloaked the jungle and held tight to its secrets, I looked everywhere for her, but with the overgrown denseness of the leaves and vines, I couldn’t see her at all. But I could feel her presence. I knew from the sound of her voice alone that she was no more than fifteen feet away from us.

  “We came to seek help,” Alex said.

  “And you expect that from us?” the woman asked. “We’ve already given you help.”

  “My wife is pregnant.”

  “She certainly doesn’t look pregnant.”

  “I’m only about six weeks into my pregnancy,” I said.

  “Is that so...?”

  “Our fear is that she might have lost the baby in the crash. We don’t know whether she did, but each day that we stay here, we’re losing time to potentially save our child. We need to get off this island now, and get to a doctor before it’s too late.”

  “What if it’s already too late?”

  “We’re praying that it isn’t.”

  “Prayer,” she said with sarcasm. “Where has that gotten you at this point?”

  “Perhaps to you.”

  “Really? To me? You think I’m the answer to your prayers?” She laughed at that. It was a hollow laugh. A dead laugh. “You might want to think twice about that. So, tell me. Why did you come to this section of the island, of all places?”

  “Because the fruit is in season,” Alex said. “We thought there was a chance that the women would be harvesting it.”

  “The women?” she said. “So, you’re a sexist?”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I think that it is.”

  “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “Your mere presence on this island offends me. But I have to ask—why didn’t you just go to our camp? After all, you and your beast of a friend were there yesterday. All of us know it because some of us saw you. Others saw you looking up at the antenna, and we can only imagine what you thought about that. And then there’s our boat, which you also saw. So, tell me the truth. What were you expecting to find here?”

  “Women,” Alex said. “Mothers.”

  “What does that even mean?”

  “Cutter told us that it was the women on this island who demanded that the men help him,” he said.

  “Cutter is correct. And when we were finished setting his arm, treating his wound, and
feeding him, we returned him to you.”

  “He’s dying,” I said. “We’re afraid that the infection might now be in his blood. In order to save his life, he needs help. We can’t lose him. He saved us when we slammed onto this island. He’s a good man. The women here had the compassion to help him. We’re hoping that you’ll extend that compassion to save us.”

  “You don’t need us to save you. Yesterday, planes were near this island. They’re obviously searching for you now. It won’t be long.”

  “They were searching the ocean,” Alex said. “Not the island. When we were losing altitude, our plane’s cockpit struck something hard, and it broke away over those waters, taking five lives with it. In the cockpit is one of the black boxes, and given the ocean currents, it might be sending out a signal miles away from us at this point.”

  “Or miles closer to you.”

  “My point is that they might think the entire plane landed in the ocean, not just the cockpit. Yesterday, we were hoping that they’d fly over the island and see us, but they didn’t. I think they think that all of us are dead.”

  She sounded exasperated when she said, “Why don’t you just tell me what you want?”

  “We need your help. For our child’s sake. For Cutter’s sake.”

  “And not for your own sake?”

  “Yes, for all of our sakes, but mostly for theirs. Are you a mother?” he asked. “If you are, you’d understand what we’re going through.”

  “That’s none of your business.”

  “We want this child. We need to get to a doctor. So does Cutter. If you are a mother—or if you’ve known anyone on this island who has lost a child—we’re appealing to you to help us.”

  “I can’t help you.”

  “Then maybe I could help you.”

  That caused her to pause.

  “I doubt that,” she said after missing a beat.

  “You’ve seen our plane. It’s a private plane. It has the Wenn logo written on the side of it. My name is Alexander Wenn. I can prove who I am with my license. I own a large conglomerate back in the States. It’s called Wenn Enterprises. So, I have to ask. Could five million dollars help you? In cash? No questions asked? In return, all we’d want is a call alerting people to where we are so we can get out of here.”