Until Death - Red Dead Redemption II

Act XX: Where'd This Blood Come From

I awoke as sick as I've been in a long while, the first thing I felt was the need to vomit. And my body did it for me as I rejected whatever I had in my stomach to the floor. I had barely opened my eyes when I about fell, I was in a tree. How in the hell did I even get up here? But that's not even the worst part, I'm not wearing my pants. Or undergarments. Being in the open, and looking down to see my own balls was horrifying.

So I didn't move, thinking of what I could do. I don't know where I am. I'd have to do something, ain't nobody wanna see a middle aged outlaw running around without pants damnit. I'm not even wearing my damn coat, just a button up and a pair of suspenders that hung off my shoulders.

"Oh. My. Lord." I exclaimed, I have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run, I've just gotta hope I'm not seen on the long walk home. Cautiously I climbed down from the tree, nobody saw me I don't think.

I'm such an idiot! What the hell was I thinking getting drunk like that. I ain't got no pants on, I don't see them nearby so I must've tan amuck around town with my dick out. How I'm not in the jail is a shock.

Wait. Where the hell's Jack?
"Jack?" I yelled, my voice cracking just slightly.
Shit. I ain't woke up with a stiffy... that means we must've done something last night. This is bad really. Damn. Bad. Should've known not to drink like that, this sorta thing always happens with me. Wait... what the Devil is that?

...

Jack awoke in a similar daze, however he didn't need to vomit. Only rub his forehead as it ached. He lifted himself off the floor, wooden, cold and hard. He hadn't even opened his eyes as he pressed his hand in some sort of puddle. Upon opening his eyes he screamed,
"Shit!" He yelled, looking back at him was a head. A human head, without a body. Only a bloodied stump for a neck.

Jack looked down, he was also missing his pants, but his drawers were still on. His vest and suspenders were gone, his shirt being the only other piece of clothing on him. It should be a white shirt but as of now it's almost entirely red, as is the majority of his body. Dried blood splattered and smeared all over himself. As if he'd taken a bath in it.

Sufficiently panicked, Jack stood up. He was in a house. He doesn't know who's, or how he got here. One of the windows next to the front door  had been broken out, a limp body of a man laid pierced on the shards of glass, hanging slightly outside the home.

Then he found the source of the head, well the rest of it. As a body was skunk into the corner of the room. He must've lost his sense of smell because he didn't smell the burnt corpse right behind him. Ashes and charred black trailing from the fireplace.

This didn't explain the blood, there was just too much of it on him. Trying to comprehend Jack found his answer, a man was in pieces on the floor, a small knife jammed in the remains.

"Jack!" He heard, looking outside he saw Arthur, he had his shirt wrapped around his waist like a skirt.

Poking his head out of the window, accidentally pushing the corpse further down on to the shards. As if he wasn't already dead.
"What the hell happened?!" Jack asked,
"'Bout to ask you the same thing!"
"I don't know."

He needed a minute, a minute to think. His ass hurt, and him and Arthur were missing their pants. So they had sex, but where? Not here, Arthur wasn't even in the house when he woke up. "Tryna remember... can ya think of anything?" The boy asked as Arthur sat in thought.
"Kinda 'member you suckin' me."
"Where?"
"Fence... there was a fence. Music was in the background... shit."
"What?"
"I think it was behind the saloon. And I ain't think we quit at suckin'."
"I can feel that we didn't." Jack said, pointing at his backside. Arthur scoffed.