Sometimes life sucks then it gets worse.
After being left for dead by his friends, Cobe returns to find his village deserted.
What happened to his family?
With no friends, save a wild dog, named Lucky, Cobe has no hope for survival, until he is shot in the thigh by Adriana.
How can things possibly get worse?
Never ask a question you don’t want the answer to.
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“Jinx, if you’re leading us on a wild snipe hunt, I’ll snap your neck like a twig.”
Cobe hated being called Jinx. The only problem, however… Marion was the one calling him by that name. If Cobe’d been twice as big or Marion half as small, he might’ve kicked his ass. The major problem with that theory: Cobe was a little coward, and Marion, a giant bully. Besides, Marion carried a metal bar as tall as Cobe. If and when he sought revenge on Marion, Cobe would be sure to take his time and stretch out Marion’s pain. He would be doubly sure Marion was asleep beforehand, and the bar was missing.
“Look, I told you what I found. I told you I can’t open it by myself. It has to be something huge to have such a large rock blocking it.” Cobe tried to use logic. He should’ve known that would never work with this group. In his small village, he’d never found a huge pool to choose friends from, pickings were slim. It seemed all his peers were long on muscles and short on brains. Cobe wished he might someday find someone as intelligent as he, but he seemed destined to fail at that quest.
His train of thought was interrupted by the dirt clod that shattered against his skull. “Dammit, who threw that? If you don’t want to go open this tomb with me, you can all kiss my ass, and I’ll figure out a way to do it myself.”
“Calm down, Jinx, we’re only having a little fun. If you didn’t get pissed so easy, you might find life a little more enjoyable.” That was Edie, he wasn’t nearly as bad as Marion, but he could still be an ass. Cobe fantasized about slipping into Edie’s house at night and slitting his throat, but he never built up the courage to do it.
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