The Lone Survivor

The Camp

As Jaxxson rides his beautiful motorcycle through the sunny day, he comes across a wreck up ahead and stops. He takes the keys out and gets off of the bike. He draws his military knife and slowly approaches the wreck. There were four cars blocking the road and he knew he had to move them to keep moving. He begins searching the cars, making sure there are no remaining supplies. He comes across a new pack of cigarettes and some bullets for his Colt 1911. He places the bullets inside the left pocket of his vest and exits the last car. He puts the first car in neutral and heads to the back. He places his hands on the back of the car and pushes. The car slowly rolls as Jaxxson forces all of his muscle into play. The car rolls down into a ditch, only to remain there for eternity. Jaxxson approaches the second car and places the gear in neutral. He approaches the back of the car and pushes again. The car slowly rolls as it approaches the ditch. Jaxxson pushes the car as it reaches the side of the road and he stops. "That'll do." He says to himself. He begins walking to his bike and places himself on it. He places the keys in the ignition and drives through the clear side of the road.

Thirty Minutes Later

As Jaxxson walks in the woods for something to eat, he stumbles across a trailer in the woods. He glances around, making sure nothing is following him. He draws his knife and approaches the front door, slowly opening it as it creeks. Jaxxson takes a peek inside and looks around. He opens the door fully and steps inside. "Welcome home." He says to himself. He walks to the living room and stares at the remains. There's broken glass everywhere, ruined furniture, cigarette butts, bottles of whiskey. "Definitely home." He says to himself. He pulls out his pack of Marlboro's and places a cigarette in his mouth. He pulls his lighter out of his pocket and flicks it, placing the flame to the end of his cigarette as he takes a puff. He sets the lighter in his pocket and places himself on the chair and continues to smoke. He looks over to his left and notices a small hallway, leading to three rooms. He gets up and draws his knife, slowly approaching the hallway. He approaches the first door on the left and opens the door fast. Nothing but a bathroom. He exits the bathroom and looks to his right. A room at the end of the hallway. He opens it and steps inside. Nothing but a bedroom. He enters inside and looks around. Nothing but a mattress. He closes the door and enters the other room. He chuckles as he spots a crossbow in the far corner in front of him, along with five bolts inside the quiver. He looks around, making sure no one is inside the room. All clear. He slowly approaches the crossbow and picks it up, admiring it. "Just like my cousin." He says to himself. As a second passes by, he hears something in the closet. He quickly aims his crossbow at the closer, slowly approaching it, ready to shoot. He moves his hand slowly to the door knob, twisting it. The door flies open and the crossbow flies out of Jaxxson's hands, leaving him to fight hand to hand. He stares at his attacker, throwing a hard right hook to his face. The man runs at Jaxxson and grabs his collar, slamming his back against the wall. The two struggle as they both want to kill each other. Jaxxson grabs the mans arms, trying to move them but he doesn't budge, he tightens his grip on Jaxxson's neck. Jaxxson punches the attacker hard, causing him to lose his grip and fall down onto the floor. Jaxxson takes advantage of this and places himself on top of his attacker, raising his fists and bringing them down onto the mans face. The punches get harder and faster with every swing. The attacker takes every punch, as he is completely defenseless. Another man runs into the room from hearing all the noise Jaxxson and his attacker are making, and rushes in to help his friend. The other man shoves Jaxxson off of his friend, helping him up in the process. Jaxxson quickly stands up, drawing his knife. The two attackers attack together, as they try to punch him at the same time until Jaxxson runs and swings under their punches and stabs one of the attackers in the gut, raising the blade up to his chest. The other attacker goes to swing until Jaxxson kicks the man in his leg, making him lose his balance and fall to the floor. He watches as his friend bleeds all over the floor and slowly dies. Jaxxson removes his knife from the corpse and slowly approaches the other attacker, as he begins crawling back to the wall behind him. "Please, I- I didn't want this!" He tries to plead. It doesn't work, Jaxxson raises the knife and hears his someone outside. He kicks the man in the face and grabs his crossbow, immediately running out of the room and leaving the house. He notices a man on the motorcycle, trying to start it to make his escape. He aims his crossbow as the man raises his hands. "Get off the bike! Now!" Jaxxson growls. "Take it easy!" The man replies with his hands raised. "Get off the fucking bike!" Jaxxson yells. The man slowly gets off. The man that Jaxxson left in the room slowly approaches behind him as Jaxxson has he sights on the man who tried to steal his motorcycle. "Don't!" The man yells to the attacker behind. Jaxxson immediately turns around, squeezing the trigger and watches as the bolt enters inside the mans chest. He slowly drops to his knees. "No!" The man yells. Jaxxson kicks the attacker in the face and the attacker falls back, dying in the process as his chest begins to bleed. Jaxxson turns around, facing the thief. "You win, alright? You win!" The man pleads. Jaxxson approaches him quickly and delivers a hard jab to the nose. The mans head flies back as he receives the punch to his nose. "That's for trying to steal my bike." Jaxxson growls. He turns around and approaches his dead attacker, pulling his bolt out of the mans chest. He inserts the bolt into the corpses head, making sure it won't turn to an undead walking creature. "Please take me with you." The man responds. Jaxxson walks past him as he swings the crossbow strap over his head and placing himself on the motorcycle. Jaxxson inserts the keys into the ignition and starts the bike. "I'll die out here!" The man yells. "I don't give a shit." Jaxxson replies. He backs out of the driveway by making a left and stares at the man. "So long you prick!" He yells. He flips him off and drives away as the man stands there. He turns around and stares at his dead friend. "Fucking idiots." He whispers to himself.