Joshua Jackson Scream 2 Novels & Stories

Waking up to a scream was not what I expected when I fell asleep in Joshua's strong arms. I pry open an eye and see a shocked Amy standing in the livingroom. Her eyes as big as marbles and a hand clasped over her mouth. "Shit." I curse and sit up, grabbing a blanket from the seat next to up. I sofly slap Joshua in the face, trying to wake him up as I wrap the blanket around the both of us, covering our bare bodies. "I'm so sorry you had to see this, Ames." I apologize, completely mortified with the situation. I roll my eyes as Joshua only grumbles something under his breath as a reply to my attempt of waking him up.

"That was the blonde's idea! I—" BANG! No hesitation. No wasted words. In this apocalypse, explanations were worthless. Only the dead couldn't stab you in the back. The second bullet hit Scar-Face square in the head. "AAAHHH—!!!" A piercing scream cut through the wasteland's silence. Scar-Face collapsed like a sack of bricks, his lifeless eyes still wide open. "Two for two. Not bad." Jake was satisfied. The hatchet-gun had brutal recoil, but the stopping power was equally impressive.

He argued with himself for several more minutes before the silence stretched out to an uncomfortable outburst. The footages were tampered with. They were missing clips from three days to the gender reveal party and on deal day. "Fuck shit up.." He muttered, his mouth curling in amusement. "Fuck shit up!" Alarmed, his right hand man, Bullet, moved closer to him. "Chief?"