Reapers Isle: TheParaplegic/Chronic Gamer Returns for the Second Book in his Reaper Series by Justin Gowland Page A
Authors: Justin Gowland
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together, then I couldn’t see a reason why we wouldn’t be safe. With that, we continued to carry the fence rails and lumber to the firing range. Marc and Dave seemed to be getting on quite well, I could hear the odd laugh here and there. When we had enough fence rails and lumber, Rees started to set up where we were going to set up the backstop.
Rees and Mary started to place the posts, after we had got about a rough fifteen foot stretch done, this fence was going to be covered with the lumber and then behind was going to be a large mound of dirt, that was going to be the backstop.
Before we got round to starting the rest of the backstop Maddie came out the cottage and shouted that breakfast was ready. So it was down tools and we all trooped back into the house, by now I was a bit sweaty and I went to the bathroom to clean up. I took my jacket and shirt off looking at my bandaged side for the first time in a few days I noticed no fresh blood. So being careful not to pull anything I slowly pulled the bandage free. The first thought that crossed my mind when I looked at the long gash on my side was ‘Oh! Fuck’. The stitching was well done and the redness along the edges had gone down, but the thing that had me more concerned was the gray skin that seemed to leak from the edge of the gash.
Great just fucking great, I had just got a woman I was actually happy with, I had my brother safe and my best mate here, and now I was probably going to have to give it all up. If I was infected then why had I not changed? Anyone that had been infected up till now had changed within a matter of hours or at the most a day. I got injured weeks ago and I don’t feel any different, I can’t keep this from the group, but I’ll tell my lot first then see what happens.
Putting my shirt on and jacket I went downstairs to the dining room, to find all the chairs taken and that twat John sat in my seat. I was a little preoccupied and went into the sitting room and sat on one of the couches. Leaning back and resting my head on the back I closed my eyes. Marc came in and put a cup of tea and a bowl of porridge on the coffee table.
“Bud, you okay? You didn’t give that John any mouth about sitting in your chair.” He said.
“I have something on my mind dude. Something that is probably going to change stuff round here.” I replied.
He looked puzzled and I lifted the side of my jacket and shirt to show him my injured side.
“Ah fuck mate, what’s happening there?”
I let my shirt and jacket drop.
“I don’t know bud, it’s not hurting anymore and it looks like it is getting better, but his gray shit has me worried.” I said.
“I don’t think you should worry too much bud. If you think about it you would have turned by now. Nearly all them things turned within a day.”
“Yeah, I know I am just worried about what the rest of the group will say. We had just sorted out some stuff and I hate the idea of having to leave, especially with that dick John here now.”
“Did you think I would kick you out bud, not a fucking chance, there might be a small risk of you changing, but it has to be tiny. I’ll tell you what how about we get Bet, Mary, Rees, Becky and Maddie in here and have a little chat?” He replied.
I just nodded and started to drink my tea and then ate my porridge, whilst waiting for them to all turn up. After about ten minutes people started to come into the sitting room. When the last person came in. Rees turned to stand with his back to the door, so Marc had already had a word with him then.
“Right, guys before we start this little meeting, whatever is decided by the majority then we are to honor that. The last thing I would like is for someone to think I or others are in charge simply because we have been here longer.” I let that sink in for a little while before going on.
“I found out something this morning that might change the way things are going to happen here from now on.”
I stood up and
Rees and Mary started to place the posts, after we had got about a rough fifteen foot stretch done, this fence was going to be covered with the lumber and then behind was going to be a large mound of dirt, that was going to be the backstop.
Before we got round to starting the rest of the backstop Maddie came out the cottage and shouted that breakfast was ready. So it was down tools and we all trooped back into the house, by now I was a bit sweaty and I went to the bathroom to clean up. I took my jacket and shirt off looking at my bandaged side for the first time in a few days I noticed no fresh blood. So being careful not to pull anything I slowly pulled the bandage free. The first thought that crossed my mind when I looked at the long gash on my side was ‘Oh! Fuck’. The stitching was well done and the redness along the edges had gone down, but the thing that had me more concerned was the gray skin that seemed to leak from the edge of the gash.
Great just fucking great, I had just got a woman I was actually happy with, I had my brother safe and my best mate here, and now I was probably going to have to give it all up. If I was infected then why had I not changed? Anyone that had been infected up till now had changed within a matter of hours or at the most a day. I got injured weeks ago and I don’t feel any different, I can’t keep this from the group, but I’ll tell my lot first then see what happens.
Putting my shirt on and jacket I went downstairs to the dining room, to find all the chairs taken and that twat John sat in my seat. I was a little preoccupied and went into the sitting room and sat on one of the couches. Leaning back and resting my head on the back I closed my eyes. Marc came in and put a cup of tea and a bowl of porridge on the coffee table.
“Bud, you okay? You didn’t give that John any mouth about sitting in your chair.” He said.
“I have something on my mind dude. Something that is probably going to change stuff round here.” I replied.
He looked puzzled and I lifted the side of my jacket and shirt to show him my injured side.
“Ah fuck mate, what’s happening there?”
I let my shirt and jacket drop.
“I don’t know bud, it’s not hurting anymore and it looks like it is getting better, but his gray shit has me worried.” I said.
“I don’t think you should worry too much bud. If you think about it you would have turned by now. Nearly all them things turned within a day.”
“Yeah, I know I am just worried about what the rest of the group will say. We had just sorted out some stuff and I hate the idea of having to leave, especially with that dick John here now.”
“Did you think I would kick you out bud, not a fucking chance, there might be a small risk of you changing, but it has to be tiny. I’ll tell you what how about we get Bet, Mary, Rees, Becky and Maddie in here and have a little chat?” He replied.
I just nodded and started to drink my tea and then ate my porridge, whilst waiting for them to all turn up. After about ten minutes people started to come into the sitting room. When the last person came in. Rees turned to stand with his back to the door, so Marc had already had a word with him then.
“Right, guys before we start this little meeting, whatever is decided by the majority then we are to honor that. The last thing I would like is for someone to think I or others are in charge simply because we have been here longer.” I let that sink in for a little while before going on.
“I found out something this morning that might change the way things are going to happen here from now on.”
I stood up and
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