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Jayson Voss
Eastern Pennsylvania. May 5th, 2074.
Jayson took a drag of his cigarette and surveyed the other survivors, we're a sorry-looking bunch... he thought to himself. Here they were, up Shit's Creek with no paddle and a leak in the boat. No weapons, food, or water. He was hoping everyone would stick around and try to create some sort of plan or at least adjust his, but no such luck. It seemed some of them weren't to keen on being part of a group, which was fine really, to each his own. At least he was trying to do something, that had to count for something right?
One man finally broke the overbearing silence and finally spoke up. He asked about the others and suggested they stay and wait. Jayson pondered this, but it seemed too risky.
"Not to be a downer but, I'm pretty sure no one else got out of there alive and if they did then they're on their own now. We got lucky we all ended up here. It's too risky to go back there anyways, Zeds were all over that place and all the screams probably attracted more, that place is a death trap now."
Jay was just about to suggest that they at least start moving, anywhere, he didn't even care where. He believed staying static led to being trapped very quickly, especially with these Zeds having that annoying horde mentality. But he held his tongue when a woman with short hair and freckles finally spoke up. She seemed irritated with him, or maybe she wasn't up for his bullshit this early in the morning. It surprised him that so many people he met were taken aback by his harsh and blunt exterior. This was a fucked up and twisted world, who survived by being nice these days?
Voss listened to her words carefully and paused a few seconds to gather his response. "Look, I'm not claiming to be a genius or anything like that, but I feel like this is common sense. Staying in one spot gets you killed, a perfect example of that would be, ya know... Last night. I honestly don't care which way we go as long as we move. If we're active and alert and moving we can outmaneuver Zeds, unless I'm overestimating your abilities. And honestly, I don't even care if you all don't want to group up or work with each other. I'm just trying to give you guys options, so do you have any ideas?"
Jayson eyed the girl, and then continued once again.
"Didn't you hear that radio broadcast? If there's a chance that there is a place free of zombies then I want to check it out. It's probably a trap or a lie but hell, it's better than sitting around waiting to get chomped on. I don't know where the hell it is but West sounds better than nothing. Worst comes to worst I'll find another settlement... Hopefully. Look, you don't have to come, none of you do. But I'm not going to sit around all day waiting for that horde to come back or for another horse to come. But if any of you want to come you're more than welcome to... so yeah."
Jayson ended his little speech awkwardly and then strode over to the tool bench to see if he could use anything that was there. Even a knife would make him feel safer, he could work with a knife. Using his hands was riskier and usually required more effort, something he couldn't afford with the lack of water and food.
