Chapter 103. Barrels

JACOB

The barrels were large; if I tipped them over on the ground, they would flood the area, and if I opened the door, they could be expelled from there. The slope of the place would help them to be expelled through the door; the houses in that neighborhood were built that way due to frequent floods. It was a risky maneuver; I would need a lot of luck for it to work, and if not, I would be the first to die. I looked at the barrels as if I could move them with my mind.

“It’s just that getting there would be the worst part; the path is so spider-infested that whoever tried would suffer countless unavoidable bites. It was difficult. I wasn’t going to send anyone to do that suicidal job.”

“Did you think of something, Jack?” Larry asked, like when we were kids.

“Yes,” I said, trying to think about how I would explain that crazy plan to those scared people who were expecting the worst death. The hopeful look on their faces annoyed me; I didn’t want them to think i