The headache was worse than the bruises. his head just pounded with what seemed like the force of more than a few solid battering rams., the bruising on his neck, shoulder and forearms were pretty bad though, the purple-ish red marks seemed to darken at the center. Nothing was broken thank god but it sure felt like it. 

Jackson was wearing a new but now ripped  Black and red plaid shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, his Balmain faded blue biker jeans were now ripped and fun of stains of all colors, some of which he was sure smelled like vomit but Jack didn't want to check. He walked forward  until he rested his body weight on a tree, the damp bark feeling nice on his head. When it puzzled him, how on earth did he get all the way out here? Last he could remember was that he was driving down an empty street back home. And even more puzzling than that, where was his car? He looked around in all directions, the small clearing had no road around and defiantly no buildings, come to think of it he couldn't smell the sweet scent of smog in the air, just some strange manure smell that he hoped wan't coming from him.

He walked slowly, having to stop every once and a while to either think or Vomit. By the time he reached a paved road he pieced together what happened Prior to the accident.

-----Last Night-----



The bar waitress eyed him with a certain kind of hunger as she brought a group of Bro's their 'bruskies', she was cute but not his type. He scoped out the establishment for someone a little more his style. The place was small, not the kind of bar you would see further into town, a few neon signs hung from the ceiling and over the bar with different types of drinks. He Ordered his taste and sat back down, still scoping out the people. Eventually he settled for a nice Blonde woman, she wasn't too interesting. The usual College kid trying to make it through these 'hard times'. She wasn't too hard to get out of the bar, a few sweet nothings and the promise of more expensive drinks later on into the night he drove her towards his place, Jack must have misjudged how much he had been drinking because somehow they crashed into a street light, and that's where it goes blank.

-----Now----


He walked along the paved road, trying to think of how he got this far into the sticks, maybe he just straight up ran after the accident. He hoped the girl was okay,  but right now he had to worry about bigger issues, he stopped once again to focus from the headache. He felt like he was alone in the world, it was mostly silent, the only noise was from the tree's rustling from the wind.

"Hello!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, hearing his voice slightly echo in the distance, "no ones gonna hear me" he sighed as he walked, he hadn't realized until now but he was missing his right shoe.


He felt like he had been walking forever, though his watch which now only showed part of the screen said that it was only about 45 minutes,  though out of the soothing sounds of wind the sound of a car behind him, he stopped walking and turned to face it, hoping they would stop and let him in.

They didn't stop. 

[@Xandrya][@Subject Zero]