Sir Swigglesworth
I got two brain cells fighting for third place
Beginning of Week two
As the end of the first week finally came to present, the new Monday sparked whole new spill of developments for Jackson’s life. The week prior was more than likely one of the best timed portion of his existence by far. They had slowly but surely over the past week stocked up on several essential things, at the sporting goods store he bought himself a new face mask consider winter was coming up, a 50 round ammo box for his M1911 since his old box had all but 12 rounds left after reloading the three he used last week, and seeing as how things were getting really bad, he also got few other items. A set of both knee and elbow pads along with padded fingerless glove, Jack never really knew why he got them, but he did, something in their gut said so, and it would more than likely prove useful in the coming days.
Nearing the end of Week Three
But at that the day begun, Jackson had made his trips around the city and gotten what he’d needed to get. But what was unbeknownst to him, as they were out getting the items they needed, things went from good to bad all because of one government announcement. It had become apparent as Jackson was driving back to campus with the radio on, it had been announced that cities across the country were being put under Marshall law. “Well shit….that’s not good whatsoever.” Jackson thought to themselves as they turned onto an intersection that led back to campus. But what around that corner, was far from a pretty sight, military and police had a group of individuals surrounded with riot shields. Though....the people looked off, just like the ones he had an encounter with last week. Some of them were bloody and looked to have bite or slash wounds but all had the same pale skin and glossy look in their eyes. It had to at least be a group of 12, and before Jackson could really react to turn his car around, a soldier stopped him. Jackson sighed in relief though as the person was revealed to be Cpl. Margrave, “Oh thank god.” The young man said to himself audibly as Margrave walked over towards their vehicle. “Mr. Rider, good to see you again,” Margrave announced as he walked up to the vehicle, “I assume you heard the Marshall law announcement?” They had asked curiously. So looking up towards the Cpl, Jackson blinked and nodded their head in acknowledgment. “Yeah, yeah I did. Things getting a bit rough eh?” He had asked in a calm but faintly past paced tone, in turn the Cpl nodded and answered with a small yes. After only a few minutes of chatter and Jackson’s curious inquiry towards the people surrounded by the riot wall, he and Margrave dismissed themselves from one another and went off on their own way. But before Jackson left, Margrave leaned down close on the door window and told them they need to play things very safe, that the infection was spreading out in the city at an alarming rate. “Now don’t tell anyone I told you this, I just felt you should know considering what happened to you last week…” Finishing it off with the final bad news that the new vaccine, Phalanx, would not be coming to Albany.
The news left Jackson stunned and shocked, “I...w-wha?” the young man asked in a partially stuttered tone. Margrave also notified Jackson that evacuations towards Washington D.C would be starting in two days. That left Jackson 48 hours to prepare himself for the move, just two days. But all in all, to Jackson that would not really be much considering he had stocked reasonably well should things hit the fan so they say. So after saying his goodbye’s to Margrave, the young man began their way back to his dorm room on campus. Margrave was right, things in the city were not looking well in the slightest. Emergency vehicles were still running throughout the city, police and now military were also speeding around to deal with any emergency calls that had come in. Jackson sighed lightly at all this, his city was collapsing at a steadily increasing rate. Suffice to say, as the young man rounded the corner his eyes were set upon a sight that only solidified the fact the city was in its downfall. People were running scared in the streets, others were looting varying places and all while the military and police tried to stop them best they could. “Jesus, it’s fucking chaos out here.” Jackson let himself think as he backed out of the street and began to turn around. But as he did this, his movement was stopped by two men in dark hoodies and masks wielding baseball bats and yelling for him to get out of the car. Now how Jackson had been able to keep his calm and their optimism, for the most part, was unbeknownst to him. But this, seeing this, made Jackson lose it. He wasn’t scared or worried, but angered. How could people let panic overtake them this bad to drive them to the point of robbery, murder and theft. The young man growled and drew his pistol from its holster and aimed it the crook near the driver side door while stating, “You had better get the fuck away from me before you get a goddamn .45 shell to your skull, and your friend there will end up the same!” At that, the crooks staggered back a small bit and ran off, only for one of them to be tackled by someone that soon afterwards bit into their chest. Seeing that, the crooks friend simply ran off in fear. Jackson, now not so cheery and cheeky as he used to be, turned his car around drove home. Seeing all this chaos was getting to him a bit, he could see how people let fear and panic take them. He was neither, he was just angered at why this was all happening, at how it had ruined the lives of so many. Their trip back to his dorm room was cautious and slow going, they even openly carried their side arm in hand in attempt to deter anyone who might try to get the better of them. Opening the door to their dorm room revealed things to be just the same as they had left them, a good sight considering things were getting bad. Sighing lightly, the young man dropped to the couch and pulled out their phone, intent on calling several people he held concern for.
First up was his brother Jonathan, the phone rang on until the voicemail hit. This worried Jackson and they sighed lightly before leaving their first message, “Hey bud, it’s Frost...T-things arent going so well here in Albany, it’s going to shit and the military said they’re evacuating us to D.C in two days. Worse off, the vaccine didn’t come here and it looks as if due to the that the infection suddenly started dropping people like flies. It’s bad man….and I’m worried bro, I’m scared, I don’t know what to think any more. So please, if you get this, call me back. I want to know you and our parents are ok.” Jackson had never been one to truthfully talk of their feelings, but with circumstances getting as bad as they were he felt that he needed to get it all out. They normally always were the one who was cheery and optimistic, always had the balls to face things head on, and kept everyone else happy. He tried his best to do that now, but things just kept getting worse and worse, Jackson hardly had anything to be positive of. Marshall law, murder and robberies, spreading infection, how could he remain positive now? They had let it take it’s toll on him, Jackson steeled himself and held strong that from now on, not many people should be trusted, always keep himself on guard, and to not make himself noticeable. After seeing what the city was like today, he knows those vows will only help him for the time being. Second, was Amy. Jackson knew he had to call her down in Richmond. Their fingers swiped and tapped along the contact menu until he came up towards Amy’s number and hit dial. Seconds passed as the line rang, only for this one as well to hit voicemail. Jackson cursed to himself lightly and then began to leave his voicemail, somewhat akin to the message he had left their brother, “Hey Amy, Frost here…I’m calling to ask if everything is ok down on your side of the country. T-things aren’t going so well. I’ll be honest with you Amy, I’m scared, it’s chaotic up here. The military is setting up evacuations in two days but the city is going to hell. I’ve seen people robbing others, murders, thefts, the infection is spreading and people are dropping like flies, it’s not good at all. The military and police are trying their best to simmer things down but... well it’s not fucking working. I’m not even going to risk my ass going out tomorrow, it’s too dangerous here. Please Amy, stay safe, and tell the kids uncle Frosty says hi yeah? I’ll try to keep in touch…” Yet another soft sigh came through Jackson’s mouth coupled with a singular distressed tear. “Goddammit…….” The young man muttered softly as he swiped through his phone to the final contact he had intentions of calling. That last call was intended to be his parents, but as their finger hovered over the call button Jackson’s hand grew shaky. Something in their heart suddenly couldn’t let them do it, he couldn’t drive himself to make the final call after what happened with the last two. Jackson dropped the phone with a sigh and planted their face into his hands after propping both elbows on their knees. Not long after, sobbing could be heard as Jackson finally let his emotions out. They knew the world was crumbling and that he would likely lose most of what he loved. As tears welled up like a geyser ready to gush, Jackson’s face was soon adorned with rolling tears that dripped through his hands and descended down towards their pants. This went on for nearly 10 minutes until, with a soft sniffle, the young man sat up and leaned against the back of the couch revealing their face to be red and wet with tears. “Why….just why? W-what has the world come to?.....” They said to themselves in between sniffles as they looked around their dorm room with teary eyes before wiping their face off with their jacket sleeve.
At that moment, Jackson realized he had let himself break down and sighed lightly. Though they did tell themselves that sometimes tears are good, you can’t always conceal the truth with false emotions. Their day was over, he felt the need to just lay down and sleep, to calm down a small bit and recollect themselves. So with that being said, Jackson laid themselves down on the couch and shut their eyes, listening to the sirens dashing through the city and the faint screams that rang throughout the alleyways of the concrete jungle. Soon afterwards, having fallen into the comforting darkness of slumber, Jackson lay there as a still statue. As the hours passed and dusk crept on, Jackson was awoken by what had sounded like firecrackers. But only after gazing out their windows and seeing the muzzle flashes nearby and seeing tracers ringing into the sky, likely from soldiers dying on the ground in agony, the young man’s eye widened and their heart began to beat 10 times as fast. Quickly running to their door and slamming a dresser across it, Jackson looked back out the window and continued to see the shots ringing out, with screams echoing through the city. People out there were running and scattered, military vehicles, red cross and police were speeding around, while helicopters both medical, police, and even military were flying across the cities skyline. “The hell is going on out there now?” Jackson let themselves think as they watched all of this below. As minutes of time was taken to process this the young man slid themselves down the wall and laid their head back. “It just goes from bad to worse doesn’t it?” Were the only words the escaped Jackson’s mouth as they stood up slowly, a few more stressful and fear induced tears rolling down their cheek. With a sigh, the young man went into their room and began to pack their bag. Everything ranging from food, ammo, a few spare medical supplies and other useful items such as batteries and varying items. Anything he might need to help their survival, because they now knew he would be fighting for it. After that, with the approaching winter, Jackson laid out some warmer clothes and even his new pads. (The ones you see in his current gear set from the character page) With a faint and cracked smile, Jackson looked at the knife he had just taken hold of from his closet, it was a gift from their father and he was glad to have it. The young man laid it down on the bed next to his clothes and then did the same with their M1911 holster, laying it opposite to the side he had laid their knife on. Looking at all their clothing and supplies organized, Jackson cracked yet another small smile and wiped their tear dampened face and then sighed, setting their Colt down onto the bed and then left to head back into the living room. “Just when I thought things couldn’t have gotten much worse, it goes to full chaos out in the city.” Jackson said as they flopped themselves back down onto the couch. With a deep breath and long exhale Jackson muttered, “No use in panicking now, I know it’s already going to be bad and I might as well be ready for it. I’ve had my breakdown, and my mood swings, now it’s time to get my act together.” Then laid back down onto the couch and gazed up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of chaos outside…
Having fallen asleep once more, but being awoken several times throughout the night until morning, Jackson rose at 11 AM that morning, likely the most sleep he’ll be getting in quite some time. Surprisingly the city had quieted down as if suddenly overnight people had committed a mass exodus and left the city. Groggily rubbing their eyes, the young man sat up and looked towards their room where the supplies and gear they had laid out from the night before still sat. So with a small grunt, Jackson got up, took their shower and cleaned up considering he might not in quite some time. Then they treated their morning fairly normal in the peaceful silence that hadn’t existed since nearly three weeks ago, and week 4 was just around the corner, one day until the Monday that would bring a whole new hell to their life. He had cooked up a hearty breakfast and ate, then with a soft sigh checked their phone to see they hadn’t missed any calls nor had a single new message. It almost brought tear to his eye seeing as the people he cared about most were now out of his contact. But he quickly waved it off with a quick sigh then sauntered on over towards their bedroom where all their gear and supplies sat. “Well, I guess now I’ll never be exactly the same huh?” The young man said as they began to throw on all their new clothing, strapped on his colt holster, belt looped his knife, and went out with a different backpack on, intent on perhaps gathering some supplies and then coming back home. But also, they happened to grab hold of their compound bow, they hadn’t truly known why, but they did. So with that, the young man made their way outside of their dorm room and set off down the hallway towards the exit. As they stalked down the hallway, which had appeared to be eerily quiet, the young man slung their bow onto their shoulder and lead with his pistol in hand. After creeping their way towards the exit, Jackson looked outside and saw bodies, actually bodies lying on the campus grounds. “Oh jesus…what the fuck happened?” Jackson thought to himself as they crept through the doorway and began traversing across the campus with intent to search around the city for any supplies he might find useful to himself later in time. Once finally reaching the city, the young man looked in awe at how quickly things had gotten so bad, there was trash and debris strewn everywhere. People had left their luggage, their homes, and even a few bodies laid around the streets. Jackson walked past the sad sight as they advanced further into the city, it was depressing almost. Their travels throughout the city lasted hours until as they were creeping down a street, sticking to the shadows for the most part, their eyes caught sight of a man in a business suit searching through a vehicle. Jackson sighed lightly and opted to stalk closer, avoiding making any noise possible until they could get a great angle to watch the man and what they were doing….
Jackstack
(Sorry for the late and less detailed post, things haven't going so well since last Friday and I haven't had time to get much done for this rp. I'm trying to keep up but I keep getting my ass kicked so to say XD)
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