Que les dieux soient loués, que les autres soient vraiment utiles. Même le gimp au volant tirait son poids en continuant à ne pas tuer tout le monde avec sa conduite beaucoup à la surprise de Jak-jak. Momentanément, il regarda Ashe qui regardait le monde entier comme si elle avait le temps de sa charrette de vie surfant et plumeant l'ennemi en train d'arriver. Elle a dû être haute comme un cerf-volant ou suicidairement courageuse. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle était utile et n'entendait pour l'instant aucune plainte de sa part. Ce n'était pas comme s'il avait eu l'occasion de s'en prendre à elle de toute façon, la violente larme du char damné près de l'avoir jeté du véhicule, et c'était tout ce qu'il pouvait faire pour ne pas se faire jeter et écraser sous les roues de l'ami et de l'ennemi. Alors qu'il s'arrachait au châssis du véhicule, ses jambes étant maintenant traînées le long du plancher de l'allée, Jak-jak sentit une douleur aiguë remplir l'une de ses oreilles tandis que Thresher creusa ses griffes dans le capot et utilisa ses mâchoires pour se serrer sur l'une des seules choses à portée de main pour se garder d'être jeté libre lui-même. Il maudit à haute voix, comprenant le raisonnement derrière l'action, mais s'irritant par elle tout de même.
Un cri résonne de l'intérieur du chariot. Pitch poids sur la droite? Pourquoi diable voudrait-il ça? Les allées devenaient déjà assez proches pour que le chasseur l'aime comme il l'est, et maintenant on s'attendait à ce qu'il risque de se faire écraser entièrement? Avec un grognement tendu, il s'est tiré à moitié dans le chariot avec son bras libre et s'est immédiatement ridiculisé le nez en plus grande aggravation alors qu'il s'est rendu compte qu'un homme mort prenait la moitié de son siège. Pauvre bâtard qu'il était, Jak-jak n'a jamais eu l'occasion de se demander de quoi il s'agissait avant que le chariot ne lance encore plus violemment qu'avant. Étant qu'il était du côté passager et donc du côté droit (plaisir soit au Wal et leur Américain), il n'avait pas vraiment à faire beaucoup pour diriger son poids pour aider. Il a cependant dû sacrifier sa lance pour garder une emprise sur la charrette. Mais c'était pour le mieux ; la perte de sa lance a servi à alimenter le feu qui était la petite âme salée de Jak-jak juste assez pour qu'il maintienne une bonne emprise malgré la brûlure qui a rempli ses muscles alors qu'il priait silencieusement à tous les dieux qui pouvaient être ennuyés d'écouter qu'il a survécu à cela. Ce n'est pas par amour-propre, mais pour le simple fait qu'il ne voulait pas mourir sobre.
| 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.