(OOC I would like to carry on where we left off with me killing Jack so here we are)<br/><br/>After crawling into the vehicle that Jack arrived in I passed out, but after a while I came to, my eyes were hazy; my leg was killing; the pain was so intense, I realized it was broken; "lucky shot Jack" I said aloud; his body moved; was I seeing things? Did he just move? I am sure he just moved, I am not seeing things, Jack's head moved, the body was full of creatures from the desert, a scorpion crawled out of his mouth, they were all having their fill of him.<br/><br/>Somehow, I had to get out of there, I dragged myself upright into the driver's seat, turning the key, praying it would start; the engine roared into life. Luckily it was an automatic transmission, dropping it into drive with the one good hand, the other I couldn't move due the first shot Jack had taken which ripped into my left shoulder; turning the wheel with my right hand I aimed in the direction of which I thought was where the town was and hoped for the best that I reach my destination.<br/><br/>Was it fate? Was it luck? Or did I have an angel looking out for me? I will never know, but after falling in and out of consciousness and what seemed like hours I arrived in town with a bang as I took out a telegraph pole as I crashed into it.