Jackson Cassidy (Just let me know if some group wants me)

Jackson sighed, continuing to walk through the small, burned down town he was in, looking at all the ashes that remained of the town. Black, scrounged-wooden walls stood as the only thing to . He pulled the pack up his back that he found not to long ago at a general store, the banner saying a back to school. Jackson had been wondering forever now, every last person he been finding either some bandits looking for that big hulk to join him, or just kill him, crazy asshole, or some thief looking to rob him. He killed tenfold the amount of men he did before this now, and he would need to find some more goddam baby wipes to keep gutter and his billhook clean from the amount of blood those assholes poured on him and his 'toys.' 

Jack had been looking for anyone, any at least looking friendly people so he wouldn't be alone. He hated the isolation, the calm winds with the sheathe of Gutter banging against his side, and the sound of his scrunching footsteps the only noises he had been hearing for mostly when he traveled. Hell he much rather be killing Zed, or getting in a gunfight, even though he was goddam awful with a gun. At least than their was some form of communication, that they want to kill you. The Jackal stopped suddenly, narrowing his eyebrows as he heard the sound of moaning coming from the tree line. '[i]Guess baby wipes will come later[/i],' He thought to himself as his hand slowly moved inside his jacket towards Gutter's hilt.