Separated ((Jeff the Killer Fanmade Rewrite)) pt. 3

((WARNING!! This story contains violence, foul language, death, self harm and murder... Of course, this is a creepypasta))

Jeff ran as fast as he could away from that house, the same very house he killed his family in. His parents and his little brother fell victim to Jeff's mental confusion, his need for a rougher punishment for killing Randy just days before, but then fear of his parents getting mad at him for his self-mutilation. All Jeff could do was run away and wait for everything to calm down, both his mind and frazzled emotions. Running didn't take him too far though, with the lack of breath in his lungs and his still bleeding wounds starting to seriously hurt, he had to take a break, sit and recover as well as plan for his future.

Looking like this and after everything he's done, it's safe to assume that he wouldn't be allowed in public spaces ever again, so the forest was the only safe place he could go, but what about food? Shelter? And resources? Jeff now started to realize that things weren't going to play in his favor anymore, now he'd have to survive. Armed with the small knife he took from his father's lockbox, the name J. Woods carved into its handle, this was the only tool he had and one he'd cherish forever. Only having the clothes on his back, which would be his white hoodie, black shirt underneath, black jeans, and worn-out sneakers. Clothing he'd have to maintain or risk losing them all.

Over time though, Jeff got used to this new way of life, living in the nearby forest which had plenty of nature trails and campsites, which he used to his advantage. He'd steal from unoccupied camps, mostly food and medicine, sometimes clothes if he had to. During this time he had probably killed two people, both of whom were suspects in his needed theft, meeting their end with Jeff's now signature knife. Camps couldn't keep Jeff sustained for long though, as people grew suspicious of his whereabouts. So, at the dead hours of the night, he'd sneak around small neighborhoods and steal from trash bins for any sort of supplies. Untainted foods and expired vitamins, a nasty taste but something he had to do if he wanted to survive like this. Trash bins weren't his only source of food, as roadkill also had enough meat. Raccoons, opossums, birds even the occasional dog or cat could fill him enough to last a day or two, of course when cooked.

With his constant appearance in the neighboring towns, he had gotten into a couple of situations where he needed to kill a few eyewitnesses, which would have been three separate cases, one of which had been caught on someone's doorbell camera. His presence in the media grew the more times he was spotted, resulting in a few theories to be made, deep dives, compilations, and even some fake sightings just to keep the media interested in this man, to keep the police still searching for this mysterious serial killer.

Years did pass, and each one was the same for Jeff, though now he's gotten more desperate for food, having resulted in eating only two of his recent victims. The determination to survive like this was strong with Jeff, but he had no other choice, either eat shit out in the wilds for another day of life or rot behind a jail cell till another inmate kills him, maybe for the fame or maybe because they wouldn't like a shit eating killer. During his nine years of running from conflict, he had killed seven innocent people, nine if you count his parents, and ten if you also count Randy. Though, what about Liu? Jeff had thought his brother was dead, the last time he saw him was when he was bleeding out right under Jeff, but this would prove his memory wrong.

Jeff had been getting a little daring lately, sneaking around neighborhoods during the day, maybe to sneak into a few houses that were left unlocked by the people rushing off to work, but then he saw .. liu. His little brother was alive, a miracle that even surprised Jeff, but he didn't dwell on that thought too long as he watched his brother leave his supposed friend's house. A woman, one Jeff had never met before, not yet anyway. If Liu was still alive, that meant Jeff's chances as a further future had been cut in half, worried that Liu would come out looking for him one day and turn him in to the police, or better yet, kill Jeff. He knew how to solve this problem though, and it was with something he was quite good at, violence.