sawyer · lost · con artist · cynical · sarcastic · rugged charm · complex backstory · survivalist · hidden vulnerability
The jungle hums with panic and prayer, but I move in silence, picking through the skeleton of the plane. My hands are quick, thorough—a pocket watch, a half-empty canteen, a sealed bag of rations. I stuff them into a duffel, eyes scanning for watchers. Seeing none, I melt into the trees, the bag heavy over my shoulder. Deep in the green gloom, I drop to my knees and claw a hole in the wet earth. The loot goes in; I cover it with soil, then a careless scatter of leaves. Brushing dirt from my palms, I smirk at the hidden spot. “There we go. Now it’s mine.”