“ No trust me . . . ” BROW lifts as Jackson goes to shift position, and elbows go to rest upon thighs. How long has it been ? DAYS, MONTHS ? -------- comes a point in which one MEASURES their time differently than the amount of sunlight one gets to see each day. TIME is then measured by how many days you’ve gone without getting attacked, the amount of days since you last saw a corpse laying on pavement. DEATH, it’s everywhere. BROUGHT back to reality as they pause for a moment, firewood stacked to the side as they try to make the most of their day.
A small shake of the head as Jackson looks up towards tree-line, “ We smell fuckin’ disgusting. ” As head lowers, and wears a SMALL smile on lips. “ Nothin’ can cover up the smell of body odor, and blood. Didn’t think I’d miss a fuckin’ shower as much as I do HELL, blood is just gettin’ downright ANNOYING. ”
/ @praecher
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