[center][color=82ca9d][h2]Jayson Voss[/h2][/color]
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[center][i]Eastern Pennsylvania. May 4th, 2074. 11:27 PM[/i][/center]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jayson Voss has had quite a few dances with death in his lifetime, but never as intimate, never as close as the one he was about to waltz. One moment everything was fine, he was in the middle of telling a story to this middle aged man named Frank. It was about the time he had to run from some Zeds who had caught him, pants down, in the act of pissing on a old maple tree. He had Frank slapping his knee and crying tears of laughter, a beautifully normal droplet of time, it reminded him of how he loved to hear his father tell stories. Jay took a drag of the cigarette he had been smoking and chuckled to Frank's remark on his story, the chuckle turned into a slight cough at the end, perks of smoking. One moment, happiness existed in the amber of time they sat in and in the next moment it was ripped away just as swiftly as it came. 

Zombies were on the safe house in seconds, a warning shouted out from the lookout but at that point it was too late. They were on the survivors. The glass doors were shattered and busted open in seconds. People dropped like flies, blood painted everything. Jayson scrambled for his weapons, why had he set them down? [i]Fucking idiot,[/i] they were the Zeds' property now. Jayson looked around as his fellow survivors died from bites and tears and rips and he just... [i]Shut down[/i]. Survival mode took hold of Voss's mind, adrenaline poured in. Scanning for an escape route, his eyes found the fire exit and his legs took over. His athletic body propelled him past the bare aisles and he used his shoulder to barge through the door. A Zed had been banging on the other side when Jayson slammed through and the Zed ended up square on its back, Jay jumped over it. Voss sprinted for the tree line and sat in wait for the others, if any were to survive. He hunkered down and made sure to stay perfectly still to make sure the Zeds never noticed him. 

[center][i]Eastern Pennsylvania. May 5th, 2074. 5:30 AM[/i][/center]

Jayson jerked awake, a restless sleeper as always. Thankfully no one was close to him, he was known for thrashing in his sleep, nightmares had a way of doing that to him. It was the same nightmare as every night and the outcome wasn't any different, his parents always died in front of his eyes. Already in a bad mood, Jay shoved himself from the hay he was sleeping on and slipped out of the barn. He decided to scope out the area, make sure everyone was safe. He had seen enough people die for awhile, any more would probably drive him through the roof. Absentmindedly, Jayson retrieved the pack of cigarettes that had been nestled in his back pocket and grabbed a cigarette from the pack and lit it. A morning smoke had a knack for clearing his usually frazzled brain. 

After his little patrol of the area, he returned to the barn. The others were still sleeping, except for one. The lookout from the gas station was awake. Jayson shot him a glare, the genius couldn't even alert the survivors at the station in time, [i]fucking useless.[/i] Voss stood in the doorway of the barn and slammed his fist against the door frame a few times. [color=82ca9d]"Rise and shine sweethearts, that horde could be coming back through here at any moment. We need a plan and we also need to high tail it the fuck outta here."[/color]

Jayson would wait until all were awake and ready to discuss the next course of action to speak up. [color=82ca9d]"I say we head west and hit every spot we can to gather up some gear 'cause I'm sure as hell not going back to that shit show of a gas station for only a pistol and a pocket knife."[/color] Jay looked around at the people in front of him, [color=82ca9d]"or does anyone else have any other bright fucking ideas?"[/color]