Jack will live by Perry von Pickartz (ebook reader online free txt) 📕

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Life flashbacks streamed by and opened jack's eyes for a moment, he felt emotional and, tears dropped and rolled over his cheeks. Entering the 5 shift now Jack hit top speed. Reilly, who fainted now seemed in doggy-dreamland. Jack made a decision there, He gave a massive pull to the right and rammed the car trough the Animals. The car tilted when all force lent on one side. Not one but 2 times the car flipped over landing it in the middle of the side forest. The stamping Animals, consisting most of the old zoo, all running by now. It took more then 10 minutes before the whole rage subsided. In the meanwhile, Reilly waked up, his his face was covered in blood and a few teeth where missing. Jack was unhurt, but hanging upside down, making it feel impossible to get out of the car. Jack screamed at Reilly that he had to get out of there, for the car was going to explode. '' You now that's suicide,do you ? Come on, pathetic human. Don't leave your self here, you will regret it, wherever you may depart.'' jack came to sense and saw t hat the first flames occurred underneath the hood. '' GET ME OUT THEN, STUPID DOG, PULL ME OUT !'' Jack's leg was so tight jammed that the gas pedal prevented him from going out. Reilly didn't hesitate for a moment and bulked up. He pierced his sour k-nines into Jacks leg and started pulling like a donkey. Jack screamed like a little pig.

The flames where coming inside now, and jack's pant caught fire. Reilly pulled so hard that Jack landed on top of him. 'Come on Jack, we've to get out of here, like yesterday. Running in some flames, Jack and Reilly hid deep into the forest. While in haste trough the bushes, a loud explosion sounded trough the whole area, it scared pretty much all the bird life away. Shrapnel blasted everywhere around, and jack and Reilly jumped flat on their belly's. '' Jack looked on his mp3player and saw hat the last song was playing-Dirty window-Then, he figured out that this ride was not over jet.

Chapter 5. First, a cigarette.

A bright flame burst out of jack's lighter-he always put the flame on max. Thick smoke fused into the shady background of the forest. Green ambient light beams originated trough the forests roof -bedding. It gave a calm influence, and all what mattered now was the radio. Jack got anticipated, thinking he had to go back on the road. Finding nothing but some radio scrap, would probably happen again. Jack and Reilly moved slowly trough the forest, they where in some sort of aftershock of what happened. Hordes of rabid animals, explosions, a talking dog, it seemed a little bit to much for them. '' Why are we going back to the road, Jack?'' asked Reilly. Jack thought about all the drama so far and answered quietly '' because..'' without paying any attention to Reilly's concern. Suddenly, a furious feeling went trough his blood, and he really got pissed of now. He ran as fast as he could half tripping over the car shrapnel scattered around everywhere, and made it to the edge of the road. A frequency was noticeable, it sounded very low, with voices on the background. Jack thought it could not be true , for the last broadcast ever was live, not a casting which replayed it's totally top 40 music songs. Jack followed the frequency and came close to elephant dung heap. ''Well, its your turn now, Jack.'' Said Reilly. Jack closed his eyes and stuck his hand into the heap of fresh warm elephant dung, and pulled out a brand new Radio. It was a pocket edition, made just before the war. A Light screen indicated time month year, even the users name.

Chapter 6 Strange meat.

The Pocket radio was fine and it had all the frequency's, but still could not replace a ham-radio. Jack and Reilly scouted the area to find the original ham-radio, or what was left of it. ''Let's move on Jack'' Said Reilly. Jack felt not as if he should give up, he knew there was more out there. For hours and hours they struggled straight on the road. It was dark, the wind blew softly now and then creating a gentle atmosphere, it calmed them down. Reilly decided to find a place to sleep for that night, and as he run up forward, Jack felt alone again. Chucking his lighter into his pocket his cigarette gave little light around his hands, they reflected pain and blood. Jack walked on, as he always did and heard the tripping sound of Reilly's legs. '' I hope you got some good news now, Reilly ! I really don't feel like running and slamming, I am tired my friend.'' Said Jack. '' No worry's . there is fallout shelter nearby. It looks like if the commies succeeded in raving the place, its a mess but good enough for tonight.'' Jack remembered the very first day, sadly enough the communists new how to make mess of anything, also ones mind. ''Sure,let's go.'' said Jack. Another hour went buy and Reilly spotted the Shelter in the middle of a industrial area, it looked far away from greenfield, though it was only a few miles away. The area looked harsh, steel and shadow was a typically theme here. Entering the shelter they came across a few dead body guards, both had walkies. There must be a radio in the shelter he thought. It would make some sense, probably also food. Jack saw what Reilly mend, and it did not made one of them happy. Dead body's everywhere, some still rotten from recent survivors, some totally bold, to the bone. Kids, teenagers, dogs, old people, it was all there. Jack Lighted another cigarette and gripped his teeth. He was not planning to
Get paranoid now. He just wanted to sleep. A strong double-sleeper was placed right in front of a stock-supply, it looked interesting as they might have caught two flies in one hit. They watched each other briefly in the eye, and new they both didn't ate and slept decent for a while, the hunger was calling. Moving the bed, they opened the door slowly and saw something they would have never believed. A kid, well looking and munching some potatoes with beef looked up and gave a bright smile. Reilly fainted, and jack figured out it could not have been the beef. '' Happy holocaust, my friend !'' Said the young fellow. Pete's the name, what brings you into this dark hour, if I may ask?'' Jack wanted to join Reilly in his hibernation, but could bear the look of fresh rear beef. '' Oh sorry, how rude of me, sit my man, sit.' Have some food, I see that your dog is a little bit tired, isn't he? Jack first word was yes, as he filled himself with all the goodness on table. '' So what's your name ? He asked curious. Jack introduced himself, and talked on all night about how much food and supply's he HAD. Jack felt intrigued, and wondered how come he never saw this kid. He had a strange look in his eye, he was hiding something, here or for himself. Jack dropped his knife and suddenly got a fresh flashback. Dead people, meat, dogs, it all mend ad hock to him until a small bell started rinkeling, what was in his mouth was not cow, and certainly sheep . Pete looked scared and opened his mouth; '' What, you...now you don't think I am cannibal do you ? I mean for goodness sake I don't even bite my nails! Said Pete. Jack replied quick and said: '' well what I am supposed to think, Pete ! Where in the middle of nowhere, I don't now you, I have never seen you and the last cow that I saw was in 2015 ! You better tell me what I am eating or else my dog ain't gonna be so happy with you.'' Pete got scared, and started crying. '' I..i..killed a horse...'' Said Pete. Jack went from Mad to happy, he liked horse, especially on sandwiches. '' Oh...well I am sorry then . Sorry, I had a rough day and this dog laying on the floor ain't a lucky dog either. 'Pete wiped his tears of his eyes and asked; '' So what's his story then, I mean where did you got him ? '' Jack waked Reilly up and gave him a bowl of Mashed potatoes, Reilly seemed delighted. '' Reilly? Well..he is a very special dog.'' Reilly looked Jack quick in the eye, and jack knew he had to shut up. '' He was adopted by my Grandfather, from the police, he is... quiet smart.'' Pete nodded as if he believed Jack, but knew he was talking nonsense. These days anything had a story, especially in the holocaust. '' Goodnight, Jack make this place your home, your welcome.'' said Pete friendly. He must have felt protected, thought Jack. Who knows how long he roamed here. Jack wished him a good rest, and also dove into the double-sleeper. A new friend, a dog, food, it all seemed right for know, he thought. For now. Imprint

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Publication Date: 04-24-2010

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