Jason Stackhouse (exquarterback) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-23 13:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | jason stackhouse, niall brigant |
Who: Jason and Open but can serve as a narrative
What: Arriving to Everett
Where: Outskirts of town
When: Saturday
Warnings: Jason's occasional potty mouth, otherwise no
"Son of a bitch!"
Even if it wouldn't do anything, Jason kicked at the grill of the old truck he had been driving almost across two states, but it was pointless. The engine had finally decided to die on him, no matter how much he kept trying to fix it. According to the map he had been following he should be close to Everett, so at least he wouldn't have to be walking for too long, but still. Damn that engine, damn that stupid truck, and damn the weather that was making his fingers feel numb.
Still, truck or no truck, he was relieved that he was finally close to his destination. A couple of months ago a group of survivors he had stumbled across had been talking about a settlement in Everett and, while they hadn't been willing to go out and explore it, Jason hadn't waited around for them to begin his trip. Ever since losing track of his sister on the road he had been desperately trying to find her, and Jason wasn't willing to stop now. A bigger settlement meant a bigger possibility that he would finally find her and, while he knew that she could be in Canada by now, he still had to try. Because Jason refused to believe that his sister was dead. No. Sookie was too strong to have been zombie chow, and so Jason kept looking. Jason kept going, because even if he had a tendency sometimes of being a shitty brother, she was still his baby sister. He was going to do what he had always tried to do, even if it never quite translated properly - he was going to try to protect her. Losing sight of her during that ambush years ago, back when they had gotten split up, still weighed heavily on him, but it was what kept him going every day. It was what got him through encounters with vampires, and werewolves, and demons, and nasty ass people that had he had come across along the way.
That wasn't worth thinking about, though. No, Jason didn't look back on that kind of shit for a reason. He wouldn't call it traumatizing, because the way he saw it he was alive and still kicking so obviously it wasn't that big of a deal, but why dwell on the past if it did nothing? He could carry his guilt of getting separated from Sookie, but everything else was pointless and the random scars that he had accumulated throughout his body were reminders enough. Of vampires, of old gunshot wounds, of old gashes and knife wounds. Of signs that he had fought and obviously won, so no. None of that crap bothered him at all.
Grumbling under his breath, he picked up the old and battered baseball cap he had been wearing. He had thrown it aside earlier in his tantrum when he had realized that the truck was dead, but he knew he had to keep moving if he didn't want to lose daylight cursing at a truck that was dead and gone, anyway. Putting it back on, he moved to pick up his jacket before unloading his backpack and dufflebag from the back of the truck. He had a knife and a gun holstered in case something dangerous popped out of nowhere, and after checking the truck to ensure he wasn't leaving anything behind, he began his walk. To Everett, and hopefully to his sister.