"I'm on it pop, aint no way I'm gonna let those creatures kill me," Jack filled his chest with air and stuck his chin out, "aint happening, no way!"
"I'll see you soon son."
Jack need not speak anymore before he left, he wasn't about words but action. His suave style, cocky strut, and smooth complexion make him look like a lady's man, but Jack is as hard-nosed as they come. He knew getting to Bethesda Heights to find his brother wouldn't be easy, but this was no time to be hesitant.
He opened the lab vault door to the outer post-nuclear world and the sun gazed down into Jack's sharp black Oakleys. He armed his rifle and smirked as the journey to Bethesda Heights began.
The eerie ruins of Washington seeped with ambient noises of the mutations that remained, waiting to prey on Jack and his human flesh. Jack kept thinking to himself, "These punk slugs can't touch me," but in reality his hard-ass attitude was beginning to feel penetrated by the horror of what Jack had gotten himself into.
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