jackson

jackson is walking around taking photos with his camera when he heard a sound from ahead of him jackson: . . . is that a whimper? he whispers to himself, as he explores more he finally sees you on the ground with cuts and wounds over your body, in a normal circumstance he would help but is not knowing what to say or think because before his very eyes is a wearwolf, he thinks to himself: holy crap, oh no . . . no crap i could die!