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Published: 2024-02-25 18:57:19 +0000 UTC; Views: 8647; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 1
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Below is a section of my gainer novel 'Camp Shawn' - You can read the first two parts here: www.fatfables.com/
Jake found his way to the centre of the camp. He found the entrance to the gym, the old a la carte restaurant, but the door was locked. He sat on the floor leaning against it, removed a tube of Pringles from his rucksack and began eating.
At exactly 05:30 he heard the commotion begin. Angry and confused voices were shouting at each other across the camp, radios buzzed, and cellphones rang. He heard them coming towards him before he saw them. He just kept on munching.
The guards literally screamed in his face.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?”
“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT FOOD FROM!?”
He smiled at them and calmly replied, “Stole it,” as he pushed three Hershey’s Kisses into his mouth.
After the week of total deprivation they tasted so good. Jake had had just less than three hours to sit and eat.
Empty cartons, bags and wrappers, littered around him, blew lightly in the breeze. He didn’t feel full but by God it felt good to be able to eat again. He picked up one of the empty Pringles tubes;
“I’m not even sure if these are vegan. Do you know if these are vegan?”
An angry guard knocked it out of his hand. He watched it bounce on the floor and roll away.
“Where is everybody else?”
“Dunno.”
“You must fucking do, you’re the only fucker here!”
“What the fuck have you done?”
“I ain’t done nothin. I’m just waiting for breakfast.”
It was important that he kept them talking for as long as possible.
“Stop with the bullshit Jumbo Jim. Where is everybody? Where are all the other campers?”
“My name’s Jake.”
“I don’t give a fuck what your name is! I asked you…”
“Oh, that’s rude. You asked who the fuck I was before, I’m Jake, Jake Joseph-Jackson. I’m vegan.” He looked down to his side at the Pringles tube.
“Well maybe I am, I mean I was, I’m really not sure. If I could just look at what’s written on that can..”
He reached for the Pringle’s tube. One of the guards aggressively kicked it away.
“Enough of the fucking games! Have you seen any other campers this morning?”
“Well, I maybe saw a couple of guys. Real skinny and sad looking.”
“Who were they?”
“No idea.”
“When did you see them?”
“Must’ve been at least an hour or so ago. I’ve been waiting here a long time. When do you open for breakfast?”
“What direction were they going in?”
“I think they were heading for the main entrance.”
A look of panic passed between the guards. One of them came up real close to him.
“This is very serious, son. Did you hear them say anything about where they were going?”
“Well I wasn’t really listening, but I think they may have said something about a group trip to Wendy’s.”
One of the guards was already on his cell;
“David, I think we’ve located them. They’re all at Wendy’s.”
“When do you open for breakfast? I’m really hungry now.”
Read the first two parts of Camp Shawn here: www.fatfables.com/
