Septic~Father (A Sequel to "Septic~Crush" and "Septic~Lover")

Chapter 9. Kit (PLZ READ NOTE!)

~Jack's POV~
I woke up early, to find Y/N and Mark missing.
I sat up quickly and looked around.
Everyone else was missing, too.
I ran down by the lake, and saw Aspen washing clothes and Tyler was dabbing Ethan's cuts lightly with a washcloth.
Logen was trying to find service.
"Where's Mark and Y/N?" I asked.
Aspen turned her gaze to mine. "They went back to the plane to get the survival kit and a raft so we won't have to go by foot."
"What if the lake leads to the ocean?" I looked at the water.
"Maybe the survival kit will have a compass." Ethan exclaimed.
"Stop moving." Tyler said.
"Sorry." Ethan shut his mouth.
"Why no fucking signal.." muttered Logen.
"Hey, guys!!" Y/N shouted as her and Mark ran back to camp.
"Y/N! Glad you're alive." I said.
~Your POV~
"Pfffttt, why wouldn't I?" I giggled.
"Should we go now?" Aspen asked.
"I mean, we have a long way ahead of us." Mark said.
"Lets go." Tyler got up.
Mark and I started to inflate the raft while Jack and Logen packed up the food, while Tyler and Aspen packed clothes, and Ethan made some weapons.
Once everything was ready, we set off on our journey.
To get Felix to help us and find the kids.
This was one god damn crisis.

Okay, long A/N HERE!:
April 8, 2017, my friend invited some friends over for a sleepover. It was with me, Brittney, Katie, Katlyn, Grace (birthday girl), Mia, and Cambry. We all went to the park by her house all together, listening to "Deepthroat", on my phone and we were talking. We did some truth-or-dare junk, and left around 6:50, so we could get back by 7. We started walking, and there was this one car that looked like a Honda or something. It was a woman who kept rounding the block, watching us. Mia, Katie, and some others were wearing a bathing suit with a shirt on, Brittney in ripped jeans, me in a Star Wars shirt and shorts while Grace was wearing a JackSepticEye shirt and jeans. Mia kept noticing that she was following us. We were close to the house. I turned off my music, and she rounded the block again. Once she was out of sight, we ran all the way back home.

I'm so sorry if ur mad at me. (Idk why u would be, but whatever.) This really happened to me. I was the youngest there. I was 11 and they were 12 to 14. Brittney, (the oldest) told us that if we hung around her anymore, the lady would probably catch us and sell us as sex slaves. This has happened twice to them. That was my first time. MORAL: always go out with a group.