[align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt]Once an alpha, always an alpha, even if your pack's dead, thats Jay believes. They died fighting and thats how he wanted to die, dying any other way would be wrong. They had lasted so long, only to be over run and he blamed himself, before the zombies he lead his pack so well but when Jamie got infected it became harder to keep everyone in control. No matter how much he tried to forget, he could still remember all of his pack mates saying their final goodbye's to their families and spending their final moments in their wolf form as a pack. Together they kept their home safe, even though Jay they only native to the town; all of his pack mates either they where passing though and ended up staying or they hey had moved to the town and ran into Jay when he was out. Nothing about their pack was perfect, but they all could agree that they where family and felt safe together. He was only made alpha because he was the most level headed of everyone, at first he didn't want to accept it but someone need to take control and stop all of the fighting. But none of that mattered anymore, everyone he used to know is now dead and the person he was died with them. Its killed or be killed and if you attacked Jay with the intent to kill he's not letting you walk away. Taking chances wasn't something he could do and trusting the wrong people could end up killing him, it amazed him how fast society crumbled and how fast people turned on each other.
Moving, rotting corpses didn't scare scare Jay, it was living, breathing people scared him the most, they where more dangerous than the dead. Zombies where mindless and he could easily get away from them but other people would and could hunt him down. Staying in the woods and in his wolf form made him feel a lot safer but he needed to go into towns and building to find useful supplies he would that he never be able to get in that form. So when he was traveling long distances he remained as a wolf and when he entered towns and on the rare occasion cities he went back onto his human form, its worked for the month he's been traveling and its gotten him pretty far. Jay knew it was dumb luck stumbling upon this town and their was no way he was passing up any chance to get more food and water, he had enough water to last him another few days but he needed more non perishable food. Finding more clothes and better fishing gear would only be a bonus, same goes for bullets.
Jay's very resourceful, especially with weapons, at first he used what ever he could find, brinks, large tree branches, kitchen knives and baseball bats. They weren't the best weapons but they did the job. Finding a machete was a blessing, it had taken him some time to get used to the weight of the blade but it was more useful than anything else he's used. He found a gun after coming across what was left of a camp, that was pretty far in the woods, luckily for him there where no zombies, only blood puddles. At first he was reluctant to take it because making to much noise attracted zombies and on the rare occasion other people, ammunition was also another issue, a gun without bullets was useless but he took it anyways. Guns weren't his favorite thing to use but he had a basic understanding on how to use it, maybe it would prove useful later on.
Pulling his machete out of his bag and slinging the black bag over his shoulder, Jay walked into the town; wondering if it should have been considered a small city instead of a town. Having heightened senses only made going into places like this easier, he could easily tell the difference between a living person and a maggot filled corpse. The air was stale, besides for the smell of rotting food coming from the homes, zombies smelt worse but both of them made his stomach churn. Picking a building at random, he pushed the stiff wooden door open, the living room was torn to pieces and the dinning room was in even worse condition. Jay ignored the mess and headed towards the kitchen, nothing smelt rotted and nothing was moving, so he poked his head around the corner. Jay could never be to cautious. Dishes where shattered all throughout the small room, the fridge and freezer doors where open, both empty and the same went for a few of the cabinets that sat above the sink and countertop. Rummaging through the cabinets that where shut, he needed to find food and fast, quickly growing frustrated with finding empty container and crumpled up wrappers, Jay slammed the door shut and walked about out to the dinning room.
Thats when he seen a half crushed green box, partially hidden under the flipped table. He didn't know how he missed it the first time, he gripped the corner of the table and turned the table on its side. When he leaned forward he see the logo on the box. Girl Scout Cookies. Thin mints. Freaking thin mints. Jay couldn't believe his luck. He tucked the box under his arm and left the house, not caring if anything else was in it, he was going to find somewhere else to sleep and move on in the morning. It sucked having to constantly be on the move but so far its kept him alive and until it almost gets him killed he'll continue to do so. Walking through the streets without paying much attention, Jay quickly found himself on what he guessed to be the center of the town. Ransacked stores lined the streets, some being in worse condition than others, the one he was currently eyeing only had a few broken windows on the upper flowers. Zombies wouldn't notice them and no one was stupid enough to try and get in with the broken and jagged glass still sitting in the window.
His head snapped up when he heard someone moving, their feet almost shuffling against the ground. It looked like they where trying to back away, there's point for them trying to run, he could easily take them down if he wanted to. The other male was shorter than he was and looked like he was much younger. This kid looked to be about sixteen, possibly seventeen, Jay had turned twenty a week before the outbreak.
Jay's fairly skinny and tall, he stood at six foot one, the almost permeant scowl was probably the most intimidating thing about him, besides for the blade he carried. "Theres no point in trying to run," Jay said in a deadpan voice as he tied the wrist strap of the machete to one of the belt loops on his pants.
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Holy crap! Im so so so so soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorry this post is coming from a different account and that its sooooooo damn late. I wasn't told until the last minute that my family was going out of the state for over a week and when we came back I was unable to aces my email and my old account.
