Hope is Dead

Chapter seventy four

Jon looked to Evan seeing he was becoming purple and was beginning to struggle less ''Everyone need's a leader or else thing's fall into chaos.'' the guy explained looking at them all, Jon watched as Evan's eye's shut slowly, tear's came to Jon's eye's as he looked at him ''How many people have you lost?'' he asked and Luke stared at him ''Without a leader thing's tent to happen, like fight's.'' Brock looked at him lining everything up ready to shut him up ''Gang members see weak patches in a group without a leader, if you get out alive you might wanna think about getting one.'' he finished and Brock had enough of him.

''Jon move!'' Brock yelled so Jonathan ducked down and Brock threw the knife getting their leader in the head knocking him back, Jon grabbed the box getting it under Evan before taking a knife getting on the box cutting him down, they laid him down and Jon started CPR not feeling any kind of heart beat whatsoever, ''Come on.'' he begged continuing to do CPR, Luke could see they were to late, he could see the dark bruising around Evan's neck from the tight nose ''No.'' Jon begged not getting any kind of response, Marcel crouched down ''He's gone.'' he said lightly not liking it ''No.'' Jon's voice cracked and Marcel stood him up, Luke sighed looking away hating everything that's happened lately.

Brock kicked a chair nearby and leaned over the table, Luke picked up a pistol nearby and aimed it at Evan's head staring at him, Marcel glanced at him before he pulled the trigger ''Ten miles.'' Brock grumbled, Marcel and Luke looked to him ''If we kept walking none of this would've happened.'' he said turning to them seeing Evan's body glad that Luke stopped him from coming back ''We need to make it there.'' Jon nodded looking away from Evan ''We need to go.'' Jon said leaving the barn, Marcel went out the back of the barn pulling his smoke's and his lighter, Luke sighed and followed Jon out front with Brock, Marcel hung his head sucking the smoke before letting it all out into the air, he looked to the side hearing someone coming so he put it out blowing the rest of the smoke out.

Luke then saw the cigarette in his fingers as he dropped it stepping on it, Luke walked over and grabbed him pinning him to the side of the barn ''What?'' Luke stared at him smelling the smoke on his breath, Luke let go and went threw his pockets getting the pack and lighter out showing him ''Really?'' Marcel stared at it before looking around ''I'm not mad alright, and I under stand why you took these, but there are other ways of dealing with loss.'' Marcel pushed him away ''What are you doing then?'' Luke looked at him, Marcel grabbed his smokes again ''I haven't seen you cry since people started dying.'' Brock and Jon peeked around the corner, Jonathan's eye's still watering a bit ''I cried.'' Luke defended and Marcel could see he was holding back the tears.

Marcel looked down at the smokes about to drop it but Luke grabbed it taking a smoke out lighting it, he then looked over to the other two before giving Marcel another one and walked over offering it to the other two, they hesitated before taking one, Luke then tossed the box far away lighting their cigarettes before throwing the lighter away as well and looked back at Marcel before smoking the cigarette ''Let's go.'' he said walking to the road, Marcel blew the smoke away following him, Brock waited before putting the smoke out and followed behind Jon back onto the road.