[hr][center][h2]Jason Michael Lee[/h2][/center][hr]

[i]Another bust...[/i] He kicked the grocery store isle's shelf. His bars and jerky supply was running low, and his concern for food was rising. He knew of another grocery store that was tucked away in his town, maybe they would have some more canned supplies. He was lucky that he had planned to go on a hiking trip before this all went down and that his favorite foods were beef jerky and granola bars. 

[i]She wasn't as lucky...[/i] Tears started to well up in Jason's eyes, but he was quick to wipe them away. [i]Come on, move on Jason. Past's the past. Worry about now.[/i] Jason headed back out of the grocery store and stretched his arms out behind his back with his bat. He couldn't let his emotions weigh him down as he was journeying in the apocalypse. It wasn't the kind he would have imagined, though. No zombies, no rampant violent gangs, no one pointing him at gun point for food. It was just normal people, trying to scrape by with what they could manage. He had shared his fair amount of granola bars and received fair compensation, but there was never really any imminent threat trying to kill him.

In all honesty, though, Jason would have preferred a world filled with violence, to give him an excuse not to live anymore. He sighed, tapping his bat against the pavement he was walking on, creating a loud [i][b]ting[/b][/i] for everyone around to hear.