Where Is The Outsiders Set Novels & Stories

** "The Shack" was a rundown piece of shit that made me miss the vampire-mansion-lair-dungeon-of-doom. It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally, it was in the middle of nowhere. The only neighbors were some gators in the bayou and maybe some birds and lizards. Oh! And don't forget those crickets! The shack was nestled deep in a bayou that was probably on no map in existence. Abraham told Hezekiah to make sure that we weren't followed—that was a pretty easy task to fulfill.

- cheered up, exclaimed Cole. And they drove away from the police building, heading for a call. To where the body of another murdered young girl was waiting for them. Forty minutes later the men were in the right place. The outskirts of the city, the backwoods, into which rarely anyone climbs. There is not a single residential building nearby, but there were about ten abandoned ones, and all were distant from each other. Good thing it was the middle of the day. If it were night, it would have been difficult, because the lighting here was tense.

“And I have great plans for you.” His touch lingered. And all I could think about was if I am dreaming? And if not a dream then what game is my father playing at? Author’s POV Location: Ashwood City — Nightshade Wolves’ pack territory The streets were cracked and littered with debris long forgotten—collapsed homes left to rot, charred remains never cleared. The air carried the sour stench of decay, sweat, and desperation. No guards patrolled the borders. No banners flew. No Alpha’s presence pressed down to enforce order.

Since I hated to be there, I nodded simply, and he took my hand as we began to march from the car. We were at the far side of the city, at the outskirts of Ethan's territory. The fancy buildings and neat pavements were replaced by trees and green life, with brown sand under our feet. They had arranged their execution grounds far from the busy life of the city, but still, a lot of people turned up to witness the execution. I guess people have a passion for pain and suffering, I thought.

I looked to see Jack’s face inches from me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “Little muddy here,” he said, practically reading my mind. We walked for maybe fifteen minutes until we finally came to a clearing. It had to be the size of several football fields. There were a few tents and many teepees set up, one small cabin looking building with massive leaves for a roof. It looked … primitive but cozy. As long as it doesn’t leak. “This is just where maybe a hundred or so live. There are mountains and valleys. All kinds of stuff. There are many that don’t take a shelter, they just sleep right outside or under trees,” Finch said, nodding in approval.

I'll miss my daily routine of waking up, eating breakfast, going to class, sitting outside under the giant oak tree, and finally, dinner and bed. The gates scream as they pull open. They rattle and creak, and I inch forward in my seat, eager to see the wide world without the wire obstruction. Inch by inch, the gates expose the new world to me. The camp is situated on a hill, tucked away from the thick forest to the left and the ocean behind us. Off to the right, in the far, far distance, impossibly tall and jagged skyscrapers from time's past penetrate the sky. According to my teachers, the city is abandoned and fenced off. Only the heads of the four prominent Fortunate families are permitte

TW: Chapter contains intense torture about 1/3 down. The torture scene will be inbetween the **** XANDER POV Fletcher and I are sitting in the lawn chairs we keep outside the building, on the furthest edge of his parents’ property. They live on the outskirts of a small human town, no wolves or rogues wander through. Making it the perfect space to hide from those searching for them. The entire area is a dead zone. No internet, cell phones, or security. Completely off grid and the perfect place to hide.

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

It would also be the first time I would have been given any responsibility beyond polishing scruffy shoes or washing laundry. “Okay,” I said, agreeing. “Okay?” “Okay!” I echoed. “She said okay!” yelled Lee, and the rest of the outcasts began to yelp with joy. Sighing, I pretended not to hear them, taking a walk. I needed to figure out where we were going from this point on. We needed to find a secluded place to live, so we would be safe from the outside world. We had been rejected from entire societies, and it had been made more than obvious that we were not wanted. All of us were good at self-defense and keeping each other safe, so it would have to be a place that accommodated that.

Pushing all my thoughts to the back of my mind I and Eric set out of the house. Getting outside we met a black car waiting for us outside. The man had given us the key earlier as he had to leave before we left. We had spent the two days inside the house and we didn't even see the sun for the past two days. I felt a kind of relaxation in my nerves the moment we stepped out of the house. The house was located on the outskirts of Orange City. Though the inside was beautifully designed. The outside was poorly designed and one wouldn't even suspect the house as it was unpleasant to the eye.