The Aftermath - Outer Banks

Finding John B - Pope

Soon, the rest of the town discovered what happened to Big John Routledge. JJ, Kie, and I had all called John B a million times, but received no answer. As a result, we decided to meet at the Wreck, Kiara's parents' restaurant, to figure out how we were going to find John B.
"I'll steal my dad's boat and look around the marshes and shit." JJ offered.
"You sure, JJ? I don't want any of us getting hurt." Kiara reasoned.
"It's fine. He's out of town anyone. Had to get some shit I don't care about."
"I can go to the church, I guess." I added.
"And that's leave the Chateau to me." Kie finished.
I hopped into my dad's old car and yelled goodbye to the other two. I sped through the town to the deserted church. John B is glue for all of us. We all have had our difficulties and he has always stuck with us and helped us through them. It's about time we helped him out. We need him.
After a few more minutes, I screeched into the church's dirt parking lot. There was no car to prove John B was here, but he doesn't mind walking, so it wouldn't surprise me if he were here still.
"John B," I hollered as I pushed open the door. "Hello?"
I continued searching the bottom floor with no response. Silently, I walked up the latter to the loft. For a moment, I saw nothing, but in the far corner was a crouched and frozen pogue. Our pogue, John B.
"Hey, buddy. Are you okay?" I said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. This induced no reaction whatsoever. He continued staring straight at the floor in front of him. Recognizing these might be signs of shock, I embraced John B and carefully directed him down to the first floor of the church. He had a limp, which made it obvious he had an injury of some sort, but his mental state felt more important to me at the moment. I needed to get him back to the Chateau ASAP.