Dunker: A Short Story

He decides to return to the hospital. Carmody again a member of the staff says

Then Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands . . . Jack stood up, holding out his

Then his spine went limp and nerveless and he lost all sense of balance. he started going into shock. He then started throwing up an incredible amount of blood from his stomach and spilt it on to the floor.

year old, the family moved to Georgetown. There his father bought a farm, built a house,

The next morning he got up at about midday and started on his way back to James. At this point he was about a mile or two away from James. John reached James and saw him laying on the ground with his head still against the same tree. He came over and picked up James’ head and touched his face. The blood was still there and by now it was crusty and smelled rancid.The afternoon sunshine shone down on James’ face. There was nothing left for the boy to do now.

They then settled in Dixon, Illinois in 1920. He graduated from Dixon High School in 1928 where he was the student body president.

He ran to his parents’ room and jumped on their bed, screaming “Wake up! Wake up! We have to go now!”

They lived in parks, on the streets, and dirt rode’s. Photo 2 shows people going in and out of tents. Also there were covers over cars show that shows that if you still had a car you lived in their as well. People also built shacks out of material scraps they found around the city. If you had a large amount of kids an example of a home would be living inside a piano box.

“His trousers were stiff with blood”, this quote is proving my point on how emotionless he is, typically if there is blood involved there’s either someone crying or freaking out, he does absolutely none of that. The boy eventually finds a place to

“I have no idea.” He screams as he’s losing blood at an alarming rate. I take my coat and tie it around his chest to stop the bleeding and we keep running.

He ran and ran. After a while he stopped and didn't know where he was.

His parents divorce. His mother moves him and his brother Benjamin to Princeton, New Jersey.

He walked up to their doorstep, threw his half-used cigarette on the ground, smashed it, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, his dad opened it. He smiled at Jacob, but he didn't return it. He only walked right on through, seeming a little ticked off.

He ended up in the garden wearing his undies with cuts and bleeding. The housekeeper, Mrs. Murata was outside with him.

I stood between the two bodies, looking into their lifeless, glassy eyes. Crimson blood pooled around their stiff bodies. More blood ran down the blade of the knife I clutched in my hand, gathering at the point and slowly dripping on my leg. What had he done?