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@NoWingedAngelx Gunshots echoed in the background before he could answer. Obviously, this answered her question as to if he was alone.
"Nope," he said as he lowered his hands down to his sides.
"I could probably say worse about you, Iz..." his tone stern again.
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In a post-apocalyptic future, food is scarce. Riots have made cities dangerous, and roving gangs have formed to take control of limited resources and territory. Jax and a group of other survivors have discovered a warehouse full of provisions and are determined -
@DeliquesceKiss Jax eyebrows curled inward as she took the cigarette and then handed it back to him. His eyes are now watching her every move more so than before. Not sure how to even respond to her question, he didn't really have a set destination.
"I'm just a drifter," he would say.
@cherubicvixen "Where'd you come from? I haven't seen a living or breathing person for that matter for fucking months if not longer..." he furrowed ones brows. Needless to say, it was actually nice for a change to see someone alive and not wanting to tear you apart.
For as long as Jax could remember, he'd been on the run from the dead for about two years now. Finding any place and anywhere he could sleep, scavenge, and whatever else he could do in order to survive.
Coming across another abandoned town along his travels, he looted some -s
@cherubicvixen Jax staggered backward, watching as the brunette made her appearance. Shaking his head, his knife was now lowered slightly but raised enough in case she were to fight him for his supplies or to kill him for the hell of it.
Jax gave the woman a good look over, sighing heavily. -
Jax was just about to leave when he had spotted a department store, looting for clothing and whatever else he could find. As he turned on the engine, his dog, Hooper, began to growl aggressively. "What's wrong, boy?" He asks, rubbing the dogs head. Panting, he turned his -
She'd been without water for God knows how long. Her legs dragging through the dust as she spotted the truck just down an embankment. Trying to walk down she slid more so, falling to her backside as she stared at the truck. Hoping whoever would be a Saint and help.
@LonesomeDame Jax eyes would flutter open as the sun was attempting to shine through the grimy and dusty windows of the gas station. Paige was still sleeping, and he didn't want to wake her. Slowly, he sat up, holding onto his side. The pain wasn't as bad as it was yesterday, but he took out -
@countrykills This 'virus.' In a way, Jax just figured it was probably the flu going around again just like last year.
Once he saw Oakley coming out from her place, he honked the horn.
"Make sure it's locked tight!" He would yell out.
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"๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐."
Jax did what any other ordinary person would do. Got up, made his coffee, had his cigarette, and got ready for work. He owned a gun and ammo shop in the Georgian town called Macon. Usually -
@countrykills Jax simply just nodded and motioned his hand for her to lead the way. The two got into their own vehicles, following behind her as they first headed to her place first. Jax skipped through some radio stations, shaking his head while hearing some interesting news stories about -