jackson

leans against a tree with his leg out flat and his arm bleeding, he thinks to himself: well . . . this is the day i die . . . god . . . if your out there . . . dont let me become one of them. but his moment of scilence is interupted by you walking apon him, as he sees you his eyes widen and weakly hold up a knife jackson: i may be injured .. . but i can still fight you demon fuck!