Left for Dead: A Quarterback's Revenge

the constant, gnawing hunger. An infected gash on my leg, from a slip on the rocks, throbbed wit

he infection was poisonin

to the beach one last time. I had one

ement. I used the last of my strength to build a pyre on the highest point of the beach. Using th

ce of dry moss. I blew on it gently, my v

ir and defiance. I collapsed onto the sand, my energy spent. I closed my eyes, li

t to the sound of seagulls, but to the rhythm

My vision was blurry. A shape was descending

the haze. "We've got him! G

didn't recognize. A woman with sharp, intelligent eyes and a look of inten

oice becoming clearer. "You'

, but only a dry

who you are," she whisper

ooked like a wild man, a skeleton

tilted and

s growing uneasy. It had been almost a month. She

er. "Have you heard from Ethan? He ha

"Oh, he calls me. Almost every day. Just to curse m

nted to believe. It fit the narrative of

Nicole drove past a popular campus bar. She saw Tara' s car parked outside.

d Caleb at a corn

ing to seagulls by now," Caleb wa

ad will be so broken up. You can be the son he always wanted, Caleb. And you can comfort poor, grievi

le felt the blood drain from her f

tox retreat. It

ing. She called her father, her voice a hysterical whisper. "Security.

iet, menacing. They found the shack eas

skeleton I had discovered. But n

all jersey. A jersey Tara must have brought with her o

n the wall, w

ordon, I

y. She saw the bones

agony. She collapsed, her mind breaking under the weight of wh