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fallen_earth2014-02-24 09:38 pm
dashinghero) wrote in fallen_earth2014-02-24 09:38 pm
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Who: Jack Harkness
Where: I-95 - Maryland
What: Jack had hot-wired one military cargo-truck and a pair of Hummers for his crew, and any others who had fled with him in order to head north. He was called along with Torchwood to help give some important insight on this virus, one that had spread like none he had never seen before during his long years.
This one was different, different in that those who returned to life were nothing more than empty shells of themselves. It had troubled him, and it was something that they had needed to stop. But Jack's rail of thought is interrupted, as he's forced to slam on the breaks as the headlights shine on a sea of cars that were left there by their previous owners.
It had left Jack with a sick feeling in his stomach, "Shit!" grunted Jack, as the truck and the Humvee grind to a halt along the clogged up interstate somewhere just before Baltimore. He reached over for an axe that he had pried from the hands of a dead firefighter when his revolver ran out of rounds, and he slowly got out of the truck along with a flashlight to see just how bad things really were ahead of them.
Jack held the flashlight up, and he shined it out in front of him as he held the weapon up in the air. "I really hate the idea of having to back track, we're going to burn up a lot of fuel at this rate. And I'd hate to disturb any of the drivers who are taking a nice well needed nap."
It was bitter cold, and a gust of wind rushed through Jack's now dirty great coat. He took in a deep breath, and hefted up the axe up on his shoulder and he made his way towards the parking lot ahead of him. Either he would find some survivors, gas, and even some supplies that would be of some help.
Where: I-95 - Maryland
What: Jack had hot-wired one military cargo-truck and a pair of Hummers for his crew, and any others who had fled with him in order to head north. He was called along with Torchwood to help give some important insight on this virus, one that had spread like none he had never seen before during his long years.
This one was different, different in that those who returned to life were nothing more than empty shells of themselves. It had troubled him, and it was something that they had needed to stop. But Jack's rail of thought is interrupted, as he's forced to slam on the breaks as the headlights shine on a sea of cars that were left there by their previous owners.
It had left Jack with a sick feeling in his stomach, "Shit!" grunted Jack, as the truck and the Humvee grind to a halt along the clogged up interstate somewhere just before Baltimore. He reached over for an axe that he had pried from the hands of a dead firefighter when his revolver ran out of rounds, and he slowly got out of the truck along with a flashlight to see just how bad things really were ahead of them.
Jack held the flashlight up, and he shined it out in front of him as he held the weapon up in the air. "I really hate the idea of having to back track, we're going to burn up a lot of fuel at this rate. And I'd hate to disturb any of the drivers who are taking a nice well needed nap."
It was bitter cold, and a gust of wind rushed through Jack's now dirty great coat. He took in a deep breath, and hefted up the axe up on his shoulder and he made his way towards the parking lot ahead of him. Either he would find some survivors, gas, and even some supplies that would be of some help.