Jon
It had seemed like weeks had past since they had left Stormy Valley. Jon’s energy seemed to renew at the sight of the bridge that lead to Arklay. He had decided to hide the dirt bike he had taken from a farm along the road, the weight of rolling it on his side proving to be too much. Hopefully he could procure some fuel and come back for it. Once he found Bex. He made his way West off the bridge and walked along the waterline. The stench of the rotting floaters, the dead horses. What had he been expecting to find here? Paradise Lost? This wasn’t it. He took a left heading across town and found himself in a wooded area where folks seemed to have regrouped and set up camp. He found the place deserted. This didn’t feel very sheltered against walkers and prowlers. He needed to rest. He found some higher ground and leaned against the steep edge of a rocky outcrop, pulling his arms out of his rucksack straps, finally freeing his aching body from the weight of it, he reached in the side pocket for his last can of tuna. What he’d give for a cheeseburger double bacon… He ate it slow, trying to make it last longer, like it was a good wank and indulged in a cigarette. One of three left. Remaining vigilant and aware of his surroundings. He heard a woman’s scream echo in the distance but exhaustion had caught up with Jon. He’d fallen for the damsel in distress scam before. He fell asleep, thinking about Kane and Rae, hoping they made it safe somewhere. And Bex. Wondering if he would ever hold her again…
