He wakes with a start in the middle of the night, his head pounding so hard, he can barely move for a moment. He coughs hard, bending at the waist. He forces himself out of bed, making his way out of his house, stumbling on to the lawn. He had to move fast, which would prove difficult in the dark. He hears it again- screaming, so loud and painful. He flinches against the sound, the pain in his head almost white hot.
No, no I'm coming Sun, I'm coming. he mumbles feverishly in Korean.
By some miracle, he makes it into the station. He grabs a walkee, stuffing it into the wasteband of his jeans and pulls a rifle from the shelf.
The Others...they had her, thats why she was gone. He can here her pleading in his head, "Help me, please come, they're going to kill me"
He steps out of the barracks when he hears her scream again. He covers his hands with his ears, the sound so deafening, he falls to his knees on the grass.
"SUN." he yells, terrified. He couldn't let this happen