Gone

Oh great, him again

Jackson noticed someone approaching him from the darkness of the bar. He aimed his gun at the figure, narrowing his eyes. 

"Who are you? You shouldn't be here." He stated, moving his finger to the trigger. 

The figure continued moving forward. The lights flickered on, Showing a man who was slighter taller than Jackson. He had black hair that was slicked back, kinda like how Brendan Urie's hair is. He wore a black T-shirt under a pale white hoodie that was zipped half way and had red splotches on it. Blood most likely. He wore black skinny jeans and black combat boots. His pale face had a malevolent smirk on his face and his bright violet eyes spoke of nothing but evil intents. In his left hand, a machete. 

Jackson unconsciously took a step back. His hand twitching ever so slightly. "T-that's not possible... You're supposed to be dead.." He murmured out. 

The man chuckled and licked the blood off the blade.  He grinned. "It's  been a while, hasn't it Brother?" The mans deep voice spoke out in a soft tone. "5 years to be exact. When you 'killed' me. Hows mother, by the way? Did she survive?" 

Jackson growled. "No. She didn't." He replied, hesitating ever so slightly. "Why are you here, Ashton?" He asked, fear lacing his voice. 

Ashton Wolf grinned. "it doesn't matter. What matter is who that chick is in your ship? She seems... appetizing..." He licked his pale pink lips. 

Jackson growled deeply. "Stay the ever-living fuck away from her" his deep voice somehow got deeper. Protective. Possessive. 

Ashton grinned and laughed manically. "Oh? This is new. Does little Jacky have a little slut after all?" He taunted. 

Jackson grabbed the man by his shirt and lifted him off the ground, growling deeply. "Don't you dare call her that." His voice had  gotten darker. 

Ashton just grinned. "Well, its been fun, but I gotta bast. Ill see you again soon, brother. Tell your little slut i said goodbye. I know shes been listening in on us. 

"Wha-" Jackson couldnt even finish his sentence when a bunch of infected busted in through the back door. Jackson dropped Ashton and bolted for the door, not caring for what was to happen to his brother. 

Right as he had gotten outside, he was tackled to the ground by one of them and pinned down. It began trying to bite and scratch at our hero. Fear was evident in his eyes. He closed them, and waited for the inevitable.