Jack The Drought Novels & Stories

His voice was rough, like gravel grinding in a mixer. "With what?" Ben Carter whined from his corner. He was hugging his knees, rocking back and forth. "We have no tools. We have no grease. We have a cow and a bag of expired Doritos. We are going to die in a sewer, Jack. My obituary is going to say 'Died of asphyxiation next to a rat'." Jack stood up. The movement was stiff. His body was still knitting itself together after the battle with Valerius. The Alpha serum kept him moving, but the cost was a constant, burning hunger in his blood.

He hadn't expected to get caught. "Jack." Jack trembled as he said, "Yes, sir?" "How long have you worked for me?" Having a bad feeling, Jack replied, "13 years." "I've treated you well in the past 13 years, haven't I?" "You're my greatest benefactor, sir. If you hadn't gotten me out of the underground life, I would be dead by now," Jack said truthfully. Jack used to be an underground fighter in the black market and had met Kirk by chance.

While I had a roof over my head, he slept out here. “I am glad I am on your team.” he says quietly. My neck near snapped trying to look at him, “Even after all of this??” He smiles and nods, “Especially after all of this.” I add that to the mountain of things I would never understand about people, a new folder for Jake, still, I would never understand his sentiment. Maybe it’s the dehydration. Jake is ripped from my hold again. I sigh. “Okay, I’ll handle it from here.”

While telling her the truth she started crying and it got intense for her Then she stood up and left, and Alex immediately followed her and comforted her. The game was left between Jack and Taylor, Jack spun the bottle and it stopped at him, fortunately for Taylor, she asked him Truth or Dare, Jack was aware of everything about Camp Rainier cause he knew if he chose to be dared, he would have to go bring fruits in the woods and out there isn't safe so he chose truth. Taylor questions him "What were you doing out there with Mr. Brown and what were you guys discussing ". Jack avoided the question and said "We talked about some things, you know about the camp and all, nothing much " Taylor wasn

Jack hurried in to change his clothes. “Let show you Godfather’s idea.” Jack filled two pails of water and gave Mira the empty new pail she noted in the morning. Once they were in the land. Jack poured water from one pail into the new one; The bottom of the new one was filled with holes. He walked the strip with water dripping from the holes till it finished. “How clever is that?” Jack asked with eyes sparkling with novelty. “Good…... good…” Mira nodded.

I snarled and I was moving before I could think. I’m so fucking ready to rip his throat out for daring to show his face after what he did. But Arianna’s hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait,” she said quietly. “Look at him.” I looked nd realized she was right. Jack was not just dirty and exhausted but he was dying. His skin had a gray pallor and eyes were sunken. He looked like a corpse that was still walking out of sheer stubbornness. “Blackwater poisoned me,” Jack said his voice was rough. “When I was spying for them they said it was a tracking compound so they could always find me. But it was not. They were always planning to kill me once I served my purpose.”

He holds a bottle out in my direction silently offering me one and I gratefully hold out my hand and he throws it across the room to me, cracking the seal and taking a long swig of the cool liquid which turns into me gulping half the bottle down in one go. "Wow, must be big, I haven't seen you this nervous since we all got caught with dad's scotch," he grins at me but I swallow the mouthful of water and take a deep breath. How do I begin? Everything Daisy and I discussed has shot from my head. Jack - 6am and I've been here for an hour and a half reading these boring as muck treaties with the surrounding packs, they are due for renewal and I want to be sure the terms benefit us, we are after

I trekked for a while, until my legs and knees started falling apart, then I decided to call Jake. He picked the first time the phone rang. "Hello Vee, I have been calling you. What's up?" He asked , in a rather harsh tone. "I am sorry, I actually saw the calls but I couldn't pick up. I am in a deep mess right now and need help. "I need help Jake, or else I will die" I cried. "Calm down baby, where are you? I mean where is your location?" He asked. "I don't know, I honestly don't know where I am. I am in a very far place" i responded.

Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she sobbed, "I read her diary… she wrote about the orphanage, about everything. That night, you were drunk… you called out 'Rose' in your sleep." "I… I just guessed. I guessed you were that 'Jack' she wrote about. That's why I claimed to be her. I didn't think it was real, not until you got so emotional after I mentioned the orphanage. You didn't even question me… "Mickey, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just… I just love you too much. I'm an orphan too. I know how hard it is to be alone. I only wanted someone to love me. Is that so wrong?"

"By the way, Aiken, this lobster is so fresh and juicy, but unfortunately for you, you'll never be able to taste it. Enjoy your moldy bread!" I set down my phone and took another bite of the stale bread in my hands. For some reason, I could taste something rusty and metallic in it. Memories from three months ago surfaced in my mind. It was a dark underground operating theater, and Dad was lying on a filthy operating table, all for the sake of purchasing the "specialized drug" worth 10,000 dollars needed for Nancy's treatment. He sold his kidney for that. Before Dad died, his scrawny hands gripped the hem of my shirt, his eyes pleading and hesitant.