The Myth of Jacob - Chapter 2

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This week's continuation of The Myth of Jacob. I finished the assignment, awaiting grade,

but I figured I'd deviate from the paper itself and have my fun with this. I have a very long story

coming together in my mind and didn't want to limit myself to any sort of length. Enjoy!

 

In case you missed it:

 

Chapter One: Awake at Last → http://forums.dayzgame.com/index.php?/topic/212677-the-myth-of-jacob-chapter-1-updated/

 

 

The Myth of Jacob - Chapter Two: Jonas the Giant

 

The stranger stood up and stumbled down the steps of the front porch, falling to the ground with a harshness that left him lying still. His breathing

was heavy, and panicked, almost like a fish struggling out of water. His vision was blurred, and slowly fading in and out like a pulse. With his last

sight of consciousness the stranger made out a set of legs walking towards him, and then all was dark.

 

“Wake the fuck up!” A deep and raspy voice commanded. The words echoed in the strangers ears like a cave. “Get your ass up or ill leave you here

to die, boy.” The stranger’s eyelids peeled open slowly to see a giant man standing over top of him. “That’s it, come on now, stand up slowly.” The

stranger painfully made his way to his feet, and then fell back; sitting on the steps of the front porch he had just fallen down. “What happened?” The

stranger asked in a defeated tone. “Zed’ got wind of ya’. Watched him bust out of the tree line and chase your sorry ass up to this building.” Slowly, the

event started to collect in the depths of the stranger’s memory. “A Zed…? I heard a gunshot, was that you?” The man drew his pistol and pointed it at

the stranger, “Yes sir, managed to pop old zed there right before he got ya’. Bullet must’a went through and grazed your leg. You fell and slammed your

head into the ground right there. Ain’t no way that scrape woulda’ made you faint. I just assumed you were wearing a particularly tight pair of panties

today.”

 

The stranger ran his cold and shaking hands through his hair and looked up at the man. He was massive, wearing a military uniform complete with a

helmet and bullet proof vest. The vest looked worn, but was riddled with various pieces of gear, equipment, and supplies. He had a long wooden rifle

and an axe strapped to a large backpack, which was full of only God knows. In his left hand he held a gas mask. In the right, was the pistol, still brandished

and pointed directly at the strangers eyes. To top it all off, he had a large and rugged gray handle bar mustache, complete with stubble. This world normally

make someone look foolish, but somehow, it suited him just fine.  

 

The man spit out a wad of chewing tobacco and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, “So what the fuck, boy? I save your life and I don’t even get a ‘Thank

you Jonas. I appreciate the wasted bullet Jonas. Wanna come watch a fucking movie at my place, Jonas?’”  His sarcasm was apparent, but refreshing in

a way. At least he knew he wasn’t alone, and this man ‘Jonas’ at least seemed to know what was going on. “Alright, to hell with it, what’s your name

sunshine?” Jonas said as he began to get frustrated at the stranger’s silence. “I… don’t know. I don’t even know where I’m at. I don’t know what was chasing

me. I don’t know anything.” The stranger said softly. Before Jonas could reply he snapped his head quickly, eyes darting back and forth across the horizon

down the road. It was written all over his face, he saw something. His visage went from amusement to concern quickly.  “Get up!” Jonas barked as he kicked

the stranger hard in the legs.  “What’s going on?” The stranger said as a look of confusion grew on his face. “Get up, or good luck. You either follow me, or

you can deal on your own boy. I’m not gonna save you twice today. Now follow me or stay here and be bait.”

 

Before the stranger could respond Jonas took off in the direction of the woods, pistol in hand, eyes fixated down the road. The stranger gathered himself and

quickly followed suite, running passed the monster that had led him to meet Jonas in the first place. He didn’t have time to stop and inspect, but the “Zed” that

was chasing him looked horrifying, as if it had been rotting for months. “What the hell…” The stranger thought at mid sprint. If that didn’t bother Jonas then

whatever was headed their way next was something he knew had to be dangerous, but still, the stranger thought, was Jonas dangerous to him?