“Oi, Pac-Man. Give us some of your drink.”
The taller boy blinked twice quickly and the glaze over his eyes disappeared as he slowly turned his head to face a third boy, sitting next to the opposite window on the row. He was slightly smaller than the other two although better built. He had a big pair of black headphones on but he was far from cut off from reality: his big green eyes were wide and alert and he had a look of anticipation on his face, his whole body was tensed and agitated as if constantly ready for danger.
“Sorry man, all gone.” Replied Pac-Man in a slow drone as he raised an empty bottle from his pocket and shook it as if to prove his words were true.
“Ah man I’m well thirsty. Does Nick have anythin’?”
“I dunno do I? Ask him yourself” And with that Pac-Man wiped his window clean again and returned to his previous, foggy-eyed state.
YOU ARE READING
Jungle Of Grit
ActionThree school boys are plunged into a horrific new world, a world where danger is everywhere and survival is all that counts, even if it costs them all they are.
