Jax walked down the streets as he threw a knife in the air and caught it in the same hand. He was humming a tune and started to kick stray pieces of paper that roamed the street. He continued to softly dance to the tune he was humming as he juggled the knife in one hand. A walker from the side noticed him and walked up to him. Jax sighed as he threw the knife into the head of the corpse as it fell in the street. He walked over and pulled the knife out and started to juggle it again.
He turned the corner as he noticed one of the buildings in the city was barricaded. It looked preserved and it looked like no one had touched it since everything started. He approached the building pulling out one of the guns he had tied to his back pack. He noticed that the door was strapped with a large chain and lock. He ran into a nearby building and found a fire axe still preserved in it's case on the wall. He took it and started to saw away at the chain. He was finally able to break through as he busted down the door. He looked around to see no walkers- no people- just food. And a lot of it. Jax dropped the axe and smiled, sighing in relief. He closed the doors behind him, cracking open a can of the food that was safely preserved in the building.
He lit a few candles as the sun was finally starting to settle down. He covered up some of the windows with cloth he had stored in his bag. He set up a small little bed in the corner as he leaned up against the wall looking around at all the food. He was truly surprised at how someone could just leave this much food around. He looked down at the empty food can, then at one of the candles. He stared into the flame as he started to think back about the events that happened a few weeks prior.
Suddenly- he was there. He stood from a far, watching himself, not being able to control himself. What happened that day, happened, and now he has to live with it. He can't stop himself now. He watched as he held the gun to his friend's head, and he watched as he squeezes the trigger.
Jax opened his eyes quickly as he looked up around the room. He saw a group of shadowy figures surrounding him. He quickly went for his gun, but it was gone.
"Who are you people!" He yelled as he stood up.
One of the figures walked into the candle light. He was smeared with blood and had a ripped up jacket on.
"Hello." He said and smiled.
Jax stared at the man. "Are you hurt? That's- a lot of blood." He said worryingly.
"Oh no, I'm completely fine." The man said.
Another man from behind him walked up in front of Jax.
"Excuse my friend- he's a bit... wild." The man said as he stood right in front of Jax, holding his bloody hand out.
Jax grabbed it and shook it.
"Nice to meet you." The man said.
"Uu-m- what's going on?!" Jax said very confused now.
"We've been watching you, for a while now." The man said.
"W-what?" Jax said scared.
"We were going to kill you!" The other man jumped out wildly.
"Settle down, Casper." The man said as Casper turned and disappeared into the darkness.
"Yes- he's right though. We were going to kill you." The man said.
"Why didn't you?" Jax asked.
"Because I saw something in you." The man said.
"What-?"
"I saw fearlessness. I saw devotion. You never gave up- ever since you entered this city. You're a survivor." The man said.
"So- what do you want with me?" Jax asked.
"I want to offer you a position in my group." The man said.
"Group?" Jax said as he slightly remembered memories of his past group. Spencer- Mimi. He was scarred- traumatized. "I don't know- I work better alone."
"Oh I know. That's why I want you to join." The man said.
"Let me- introduce myself." The man said as he smeared some of the blood off his face. "My name is Malcolm. And I'm the leader of The Decayed."
"The Decayed?" Jax asked confusingly.
"Yes. We are a group who constantly move, and each member pulls their own weight. That's why we want you." Malcolm said.
"That's the- only reason?" Jax asked.
"Well- no." Malcolm said. "We're at war. And we need your help."
"My help--?" Jax said as he begins to be overwhelmed with the conversation.
"Get some rest, we'll discuss the rest in the morning." Malcolm said as he disappeared into the darkness of the room.
Jax held his head as he slid down the wall onto his bed. He began to think everything through as he slowly fell back to sleep.
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The Dead Studios: Season 8
AdventureAlone. The definition for alone is 'having no one else present'. That's exactly what Jax had. He had no one. And all he did was walk. He ran and he crawled. But most importantly- he survived. He had been through so much... but nothing will prepare h...
