There was a secret offering burned this round, and it quickly became no secret that it was an ebony mori. It was also no secret that Jake was really starting to piss whichever Legion was taking their turn with the knife now, and it was only a matter of time before he went down.
He had almost had a generator done, one that would’ve at least given him a chance at escaping, but with Feng MIn’s dying breath, she hauled her ass to over where he was, and gave him one last sandbag before Legion murdered her brutally in a fit of rage, but not before running Jake far away from the nearly completed generator, dashing him hopes of completing it.
Sometimes, Feng was a decent person who he actually enjoyed spending time with. But all other times, she can fuck right back off into the bottom of whatever bottle got her here in the first place.
Pallet after pallet drops, and the survivalist’s thoughts of trying to shake the Legion off his trail become louder and more insistent, until it’s an urgent, pressing matter that makes his heart race even more than what the chase was making it pound already, and he starts look for dark corner more than looking for pallets, which is quickly becoming scarcer and scarcer. His only real hope is to make the Legion get tunnel vision so much that he won’t see him dip off to the side and slip away like a thief in the night.
And he manages to find one of those dark corners after dropping a pallet so hard on the Legion he could almost feel the Killer’s teeth rattle from the other side of the slab of wood, and makes quick work of taking the short amount of time he has to make it seem like he ran one direction, then ducking into a cluster of grass, a wooden wall, and a locker.
It appears to work, at least for the moment, as he watches the Legion dash forward, knife raised and following the short trail of marks he’d left behind, only to stop and to do a complete 360, searching for him. If the Legion could just turn away from his direction for a few seconds, he could easily get up and walk around the corner and out of sight.
Jake doesn’t move, breath, exist- he is the grass, and the Legion sees absolutely nothing-
But he does (as they approach, Jake registers that it’s Joey this time as an afterthought), and Jake only has enough time to jump to his feet before a dark gloved hand wraps around his throat and is pushing him against the wooden wall he was using as camo just moments before.
Jake audibly whines as the air is forced away from his throat and into the space of air between then, a breathy sound that implies that that was the last precious bit of air he just exhaled- and then he panics. His hands reach out to claw at the mask while his leg jerk out and kick anywhere he could. He hits the Legion, he feels the connect, but Joey’s grip tightens before his personal space is gone, and he’s behind crushed inbetween a locker, a wooden wall, some grass, and Joey, Legionnaire.
He kinda feels bad for his mother, realizing that she had to deal with him and his brother as teenagers, just 3 years apart in age. God bless her soul, if there was a God here to bless her with.
