For the next few minutes, life was incomprehensible. Jason's ears were ringing like church bells on a drunken Sunday morning and the blisters forming on his back were like small needles of pain. It was almost impossible to tell the direction they were heading now, it could've been north, left, sideways, or up for all that he knew. At some point the car shifted roughly and he found himself slamming into the waiting arms of Julian.<br/><br/>"Ughhh, god dammit!" Jason shouted, trying to remove himself from the large latin man's warm embrace. "You're a cuddly mother fucker ain't you?" A small smile creased his dower expression. It was nice to be able to make a joke. At least he still had that… At least this day didn't completely break him.<br/><br/>Redfield was flying by as he sat himself back up in the truck bed. Everything was falling apart. Whatever these walking cockblocks were, they had taken over everything in sight. Men and women were being pulled apart and devoured by the dead assholes. Cars littered the road and it seemed that the whole population was dead, dying, or otherwise fucked.<br/><br/>Jason looked skyward and saw the sun, still so bright, as it hung so high above. Did the sun know? Did it care? Would it burn away the infestation of walking dead people? It wouldn't. He knew it wouldn't. It would never know, it would never care, nor would it stop lighting the earth if humanity faced this and fell. Fuck this. It was all he could think about this situation. He couldn't die and he couldn't just stand aside, he could only fight and that's exactly what he would do.<br/><br/>Somewhere during his private thoughts they had picked up a new traveler. The stranger looked like an all right sort, but no wasn't the time for judgements. It was time to fuck up some zombie fuckers. Shouting drew his attention away from his immediate surroundings to find an SUV with a guy trapped on the roof. Jason winced at the mere thought of how much that must suck, and before he knew it, he was face to face with the trapped guy and his shitty, shitty circumstances.<br/><br/>There were a small group of zombies piling around the SUV and some of them decided to turn to the easier meal. Jason nodded to the newcomer in the truck bed as he got up and into action and got ready to deal with the shitstorm. Pushing himself up into a standing position, Jason got ready to, and really regretted leaving his gun at home. None the less, he had his fists. As the new dude yelled for the stranger to get his shit together, one of those dead assholes tried to make a grab for his leg. Jason didn't hesitate. He reached out and grabbed the zombie's hair, or what was left of it seeing as half his head was gleaming white skull, and pulled it back. It wasn't as effective as he had hoped, but it was enough of a distraction. The zombie, the rest of his hair now ripped away, turned to him with hunger roiling in its features.<br/><br/>"Nope." Jason's foot launched out and kicked the dead fuck in the face, decidedly not dealing with his shit. "You best hurry up and get on this fucking truck! I am no one's fucking lunch!" His words came out with vibrato as he took another zombie and slammed its head off, or onto, the back corner of the truck. Its head erupted into gore and the skull seemed to be stuck firmly to the vehicle.<br/><br/>Jason looked up as the guy on the SUV started digging through his car and pulling out… Guns? "Sweet merciful Jesus! This mother fucker's like santa with a Rambo fetish!" He jumped to and started transferring the equipment to the truck.