He stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It was a broken creature. Physically and spiritually. For it was freed. Freed from its circumstances to which it had already adjusted. Freed from the search for food. But it was trapped. Trapped by them and trapped by the island. He kicked a cloud of dirt into its accursed eyes. Understanding, no relating, to a damned chicken. Well it was easier than the rest of them. Jackson sighed, picked an empty jug, and stomped off. Hopefully the trip for water would clear his head.

She stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It was an ugly creature. Its features, its beak, its feet. All hideous. She wonders if painting its nails would make it look better. It would give her something to do at least. Taylor decides it isn't worth the effort. She was bored at home why care here. She lays back to tan, cursing the stupid chicken every now and again.

He stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. A pitiful creature. That was it in a word. He pitied her. Lex imagined scooping her up and bringing her back with him. Help his step dad build a small coop to keep her safe and warm. He imagined taking her for walks, stroking her, and spilling all his secrets to her after a difficult day. Just like the puppy he had been promised so many years ago. The fantasy made him homesick and he was all too glad for someone else to takeover.

She stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It wasn't a creature. It deserved to be killed and eaten. It was weak and unwilling to survive. It would be destroyed if it didn't wise up and do something. Abby had made her decision easily. Survival was worth anything. She caught a glimpse of the chicken hobbling and her own ankle began to throb. She left to readjust her brace. It could wait.

He stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It was a blessed creature. Finally something to eat other than fruit and fish. Finally something he didn't have to worry about. Sure he'd feel guilty. But someone else could kill it. Than it's no different than eating food from the grocery store right? Nathan told himself it was no different than the fish. No different at all. Now to find someone to agree.

She stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It was a distracting creature. Another worry. She was almost angry at it. It added another chore, and perhaps the biggest source of dissent yet. It wrecked her organization. Her plan. It was mocking her. A symbol of her failure as camp leader. Daley hated that chicken and was all too happy to leave it.

He stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It was a stupid creature. It wasn't worth all this arguing. All this care. It should be passed over. Left to sink or swim on it's own. The chicken had to learn. No one really cares. No one at all. Eric wasn't going to watch a chicken. No way.

She stared deeply into the eyes of the chicken. It was an unfortunate creature. It hadn't meant to upset anyone. It didn't mean to cause trouble. Or start so much fighting. The poor thing was being kicked when it was down. The chicken just wanted to live, and let live. Melissa could respect that. She could understand that. Now it was nightfall, time for bed. She too left the chicken.