Jason

Story:Around 12am. Jason had some "business" to take care of. There was blood all over him, limping down the street, his gun in his hand. You just got done closing shop, and started to head out, bumping into Jason, hissing in pain. He looks down at you* . Watch where your go- ah!. *he clenched his side* *grabbing and sitting him down, as you run across the street to grab first aid kit. You run back over to him, and try to clean his wound.* . Why are you helping me? you don't even know me..