Gas Runs Low

I cried into Jenny's shoulder as Jacob drives onward, he silently crying at the wheel. After an hour the vechile comes to a stop Jacob cusses at the van.

"What's wrong Jacob?" Jenny asks him.

"The gas. The fucking gas is running low, we need to either ditch it or continue on foot." Jacob sighs. "Just our luck."

I couldn't take it anymore. This whole virus, the **** of my parents, Jacob missing a shot that could have saved mom, all of it! I couldn't take it!

"And what kind of luck is that?" I asked him with anger in my voice.

"Christy I know you ar-" "No! He must answer it. What kind of luck is it? The same luck that killed mom and dad!? The same that gave you that jar you kept!? Huh? What is it?" I scream.

"Christy I... Oh damn it all." Jacob turned off the car and opened the door. "I'm gonna go look for a gas station, go looking for me once you calm down." He walked forward out of sight.

"Hmph." I said as I sat back down as a air of awkardness could be felt.

...

PoV Switch: Jacob Martin

'Agh. She's right, if I haven't have kept the jar I knew was full of cum or if I had at least killed the bimbo in one shot then maybe mom wouldn't have become a bimbo.' I thought to myself.

"No, I can't think depressing thoughts!" I slap myself. "Hopefully Jenny can calm her down, she always admired her. Hell I am surprised she shot her down like that." I think back.

"Now, where would a gas station be...?" Just then I see it, a gas sattion next to a motel with a crudely spray painted 'Black Men Gang' over the former motel's sign. Seeing two black men out front I hide behind a trash can a fifteen feet away from them and I listen in.

"Hey you think Mike will be back soon?" Man 1 says.

"I don't know Steve. I'm kinda worried. He isn't out this long." Man 2 answers.

"Welp. Let us hope he at least got a few chicks for taking so long! I haven't gotten my third girl yet!" Steve continued.

"Nah. Old Man Jarod is getting himself a second one first before you get your third." The newly named Jarod say.

'Ew. So these people take multiplie girls, most likely against their wills too. Don't tell me Mike was trying to take Jenny, Christy, and mom as a trophy.' I think to myself.

"Though seriously that white girl, was it Michelle?, Mike's girl is seriously worried. She genuinely seemed quite so too." Steve said with a smile on his face.

"It is quite scary what that **** could do to a girl even like Michelle. She was screaming nonstop when she got here and now with her injection she absoultely worships Mike." Jarod remembered.

"Hah! I know right? Mike is so lucky! The boss gave him four girls and not one of them is below a C cup!" Steve laughs. They laugh at it for a while.

'Damn! I gotta get out of here and tell the others bef-' Suddenly I feel a sting in my neck as I look to see a small dart hit the side of my neck. Groggily I pulled it out and looked over to see where it must have came from only to see a familiar face.

"Travis! You bi-" I said as I fell down to the ground.