I had this story for Jack in my head and wrote it down for a long time now, but wasn't sure that the story was good enough so i just left it alone. I had this one page done last month but never really felt like finishing it. I was going to just color it in black and wight and post the page sooner but my OCD kicked in and i just had to color it. You can find it here on my Tumblr-[link] To be Continued??
Sad thing about death: where it is, there it must remain. If he didn't die from the lake, he'd have died from something worse. Rabid wolves maybe. It's grim,I know, but the truth.