Who: Jack Landors and open to anyone at the Winchester camp. What: brooding When: today Where: Around camp, he's getting restless. Warnings: tba
Jack had never seen so much death and destruction. He'd spent his life fighting evil an protecting New Tech City, but it'd never been like this. He almost didn't recognize the city anymore. His nerves were frayed. They had been for a while, and he didn't see signs of it stopping. He'd been getting enough sleep, taking shifts to watch camp when he was supposed to, and not letting zombies in like Dean had said. But he was still scared. He didn't show it of course, that would just be terribly unmanly of him, but he was. Sam was Lucifer, or Lucifer was Sam. He wasn't really sure which it was at this point anymore, it sent chills down his spine either way. He was constantly worried and trying to keep up appearances of being that guy with the funny comment or witty one liner, but it was taking a tole on him.
During the middle of dinner being served he couldn't do it anymore. Without a word or drawing attention to himself he got up and left the crowd to their meals. He'd been doing that often lately, leaving when it was time to sit still and take a break. Time for quiet. Jack didn't know how to deal with the quiet anymore. It made him more nervous then it used too. Instead he decided to check on the entrances, and the ones guarding the camp. Maybe switch places if they were hungry. He didn't have much of an appetite these days. He missed the complex and how things used to be.
At least he still had is favorite jacket, that was more then others. It was cold and Jack didn't do well with it. It reminded him of being in the streets again back in New Tech and it was frustrating. He thought he'd never have to do this kind of thing again. He'd never thought he'd have these kind of scraping by conditions twice, he'd gotten comfortable. It just figured that he lost it in the blink of an eye. That's how these things worked wasn't it?