The Lone Survivor

Alone

As he continues to walk in the middle of the road, he watches every movement in the dark environment. The wind blowing makes everything rustle, but Jaxxson knows the difference between wind and the undead. He stops walking and places his hand inside his leather vest, pulling out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. He inserts a cigarette in his mouth and pulls his lighter out and flicks it. He brings the lighter to the end of the cigarette, burning it as he tastes the tobacco in his mouth. He closes the lid to the lighter and sets it in his pocket and inhales. He lowers his head to the right side of his vest and looks at his patch. Vice President for the Silver Stallion Motorcycle Club. He chuckles with the cigarette in his mouth and inhales again, blowing the smoke out into the dark night. Jaxxson places his hands on his backpack straps and tightens them, making sure his backpack won't fall off of him. He walks again, making his Marine boots hit the concrete road below him. He hears sticks cracking on his right and he draws his pistol fast, lowering himself to avoid making sound. He stares off into the dark forest next to him and looks harder. Everything is quiet and tense. Jaxxson holsters his handgun and continues to walk again. He reaches downtown in the city of Georgia. He glances around, looking for any signs of the biters. Nothing but dark, empty buildings. He looks up and spots a gun store sign. He tosses his cigarette out of his mouth and steps on the remains. He approaches the gun store and opens the front doors slowly, hoping that the store doesn't have an alarm system of any kind. Nothing goes off. He enters inside quietly and closes the doors. He draws his handgun and his flashlight and begins investigating the store. He checks every isle, every room, and comes across nothing. He sighs with relief and sets his backpack on the ground and places himself down on the ground with his front facing the ceiling. As he stares at the ceiling above him, his dog tags make a sound and he places his fingers on them and lifts them up, staring at what he used to be. He removes his fingers off of the dog tags and raises his arm up over his eyes. He slowly enters a sleep state and remains there for the rest of the night.

Morning

The sun rises and Jaxxson wakes up. He stands up and heads to the back door. He opens the door and takes two steps forward, making the sun shine on him. He glances around. He unbuckles his belt and takes the button out of the hole. He unzips his pants and begins urinating. Once he's finished, he heads back inside and picks up his backpack and walks out of the front door. He starts walking in the middle of the road, looking around for any signs of danger. He notices an undead corpse growling at him from the ground, as it cannot move due to being trapped. Jaxxson glances at the corpse then back in front of him. In the distance, he notices a motorcycle parked at a bar and grins. He begins jogging over to the motorcycle. He stops right next to the motorcycle, admiring it. The motorcycle was a 1990 Harley Davidson Fat Boy. He looks at the bar next to him and draws his knife, slowly making his way towards the front door. He opens the door slowly and takes a peek inside. Nothing but alcohol left. He enters inside, sheathing his knife and searching for anything that can be used. As he makes his way to the front counter, he begins checking the drawer. He opens it and notices keys inside. He grabs all of them and stuffs them in his navy blue jeans pocket. He opens the register and checks inside. Nothing. He closes it and turns around. He grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and opens it. He takes a drink and sets it back down. He exits the bar and approaches the motorcycle, hoping that one of they keys belongs to the beautiful bike. He begins inserting the keys into the ignition. After trying most of the keys, he has one left and inserts it. It fits. He turns it and the bike starts, making an alarming loud start. Jaxxson grins as he throws the wrong keys onto the front porch of the bar. He places himself on the bike and backs out of the parking lot. He puts the bike in drive and begins riding.