Jack took the lighter and nodded a silent [i]thanks[/i], beginning to work as he listened - going inside to retrieve some bits of old dried out paper that had been left in the cupboard, gathering the wood inside the dusty and long-vacant fire-pit, and striking the flame on the paper to catch it. After he was done he returned, setting the lighter down next to them as a small fire crackled to life.
"Ashford? Small town, some twenty miles southwest of here? I was on my way down there, stopped here for a couple nights and had planned on going through there at some point..." He trailed off, seeing that whatever happened there seemed to upset Chris a bit. Deciding not to ask what had occurred just yet, Jack instead busied himself among the dead deer, making a large cut along the torso.

Before the outbreak he would have near passed out at the sight of what he was doing. Now, after killing men and monster alike and doing damn near anything to put food on the table at night, he had since discarded his squeamishness for a neutral, detached look of indifference toward the carcass. Cutting three generous slices out of the meat and setting them aside, he made a mental note to continue the job as soon as he finished dinner, and to salt the remaining meat for it to keep. There wasn't all too much left after those pieces, which he understood considering the size and condition of the deer. He figured he'd have to go hunting again before he left the campground to have enough food to get him back to civilization. Placing the venison steaks on a clean, flat rock on the inner rim of the fire, he returned to the two teenagers while the food cooked.
"I should probably warn you, I was attacked by a walker not too long after I shot that deer. The thing didn't get too near me, and it was pretty frail which probably means he was one of the only one around these parts. Still.. I'd keep my guard up if I were you," he suggested, before looking back at his weapons on the picnic table. "In fact, if you don't mind.." He went back over and placed the five stray bullets back into his revolver, before quickly tucking it back in his holster to show that he was of no danger to them.