Clusterfuck (nom); Terme d'origine militaire utilisé pour décrire une situation ou une entreprise désastreusement mal gérée.
S'il était utilisé dans une phrase, cela irait un peu comme ça : la situation de Jak-jak s'était rapidement transformée en une énorme et confuse clusterfuck. Ce Lewis devait être l'un des enfoirés les plus fous de ce côté de ce culte du sourire abandonné par les chiens, son témoignage à ce fait étant l'homme très manifestement infirme maintenant conduire le véhicule comme une chauve-souris hors de l'enfer. Jak-jak était à un peu de perte vraiment; deux secondes après avoir pelé dehors, il avait été entièrement prêt à se pencher simplement par la fenêtre et frapper quelques trous dans le côté du gars masqué pour le faire descendre, maintenant il tenait sur pour la vie chère alors que le topdweller préformait ce qui ne pouvait être décrit que comme une merveilleuse imitation d'Helen Keller comme un pilote de voiture de course. Attends, qu'est-ce que Lewis a dit sur...
Une paire de flèches regardant de la porte de la charrette a déchiré Jackson de ses pensées comme un guerrier sur une bête mutée a tiré vers le haut à côté de la porte côté passager. "Mon Dieu!" Il aboyait alors qu'il s'enfuyait, poussant maladroitement un peu la tête de Leroy aussi bien pour s'assurer que le pilote ne l'a pas mordu au milieu d'une course à grande vitesse. De sa périphérie Jak-jak pouvait voir l'un des guerriers essayer de reprendre le but. C'est l'heure de régler ça. Avec un gros coup de pied de sa botte, la porte de la charrette s'est ouverte, suivie rapidement d'une lance en bois, tandis que le chasseur se lançait à la jambe de la patte. Une malédiction s'est déchirée à l'abri des lèvres du guerrier alors qu'il était obligé de se tisser pour éviter de rencontrer un sort semblable à celui que son camarade avait rencontré. L'autre avait cependant réussi à encocher et à lâcher une autre flèche à Jackson alors qu'il n'était pas au courant, un claquage retentissant de métal et une étincelle comme il a frappé le châssis juste un peu trop près de la gorge de Jackson pour le confort. Un coup de feu, mais putain si ça ne l'a pas fait presque chier dans la peur.
Les cavaliers s'alignent à nouveau avec la porte. Une fois de plus, il s'est jeté vers l'extérieur pour les garder à distance, son regard tirant sur les autres occupants du véhicule pour un bref moment. "Si l'un d'entre vous a quelque chose à tirer avec, l'aide serait vraiment terriblement appréciée à propos de maintenant!".
| NAME |
 Jackson "Jak-jak" Anderson 
| DEPARTMENT |
Pets & Animals
| AGE |
27
| TRAITS | -

 Seasoned huntsman - Jackson is a hunter through and through. From the very moment he could properly defend himself he's been sent out alongside others of his ilk to either fight back the beasts that roamed the land or bring back anything his people could use. Be it by scavenging or raiding Jackson is more than capable of getting hold of almost anything needed to survive the walmart.
 Attitude - While he's capable of reigning in his animalistic impulses Jackson isn't exactly what one would call a people person. He's crass, can be ill tempered, and is known to occasionally hold petty grudges. While he's not exactly wont to go around making threats and assualting people for every perceived slight things can still escalate pretty quickly if he gets rubbed the wrong way. Further adding to his problem would be the fact that Jackson is extremely Darwinist in his views and is quite vocal about it at times. Suffice it to say, negotions are better left to someone else.
 Bad blood - Between his less than stellar social skills and some prexisting rivalries between departments, Jackson isn't exactly going to be welcomed with open arms into every community, especially those that've been on the receiving end of a raid by him and his kin, whether said raid was successful or not.
 Inhalant abuser - Jackson has developed a rather unhealthy addiction to huffing fumes. Gasoline, lighter fluid, burning shoe polish, whatever. If Jackson can inhale it for a high; he's going to inhale it for a high. This can negatively affect his mind and performance, and lately his nose has begun bleeding, a sign of things to come if he doesn't stop.
 Melee fighter - While the preferred melee weapon for those that inhabit the Pets&Animals department might be swords Jackson has opted to master using the spear instead as they are much easier to craft or come by. With a sturdy spear Jackson can impale his foes up close, keep them at bay, or nail them from afar with a good toss. This also extends to javelins.
 Animal senses - Jackson's senses are extremely acute, with his sense of smell being his strongest. This is as much a curse as it is a blessing due to he fact that his sharpened senses can easily be turned against him if he isn't mindful. As of late his sense of smell has actually been on a slow decline due to his huffing habit.

| EQUIPMENT | -

 Pocket knife - A tool given to his by his father. His most prized possession
 Fishing vest - good for holding multiple items thanks to its many pockets.
 Thresher - His mutant leopard gecko companion and best friend. Small, but has a remarkably strong bite (enough to bruise and draw some blood, not much else). Can act as a warning system for bigger, meaner beasts. Good for pest control.
 Slapdash spear A very sturdy walking stick that's been sharpened on one end. Has coils of rope wrapped around three different sections to allow for a strong grip.
 Canteen - Holds liquid and not much else. Makes for a passable blunt weapon when full of necessary.

| BIOGRAPHY |
There's really nothing all that interesting about Jackson's life. He was born in the store to a pair of bog standard hunters (a supplier and defender, respectively) and picked up the same line of work as parents. After a few years of training with the master hunter Jackson struck out into the only world he knew with little more than the clothes on his back and the small companion animal he'd been granted when he'd earned the right to pick one. More years went by and as Jackson's skills grew he began to alternate between working with groups and going it alone until finally branching off from his tribe and doing his own thing as a bargain hunter once he realized they did the exact same thing and got paid for it.