Jacob lay there for a moment, listening as Salem trudged away. His head felt split clean in half, so he definitely wasn't following Salem; the headbutt had probably injured Jacob more than Salem, really. His breath was ragged and shallow, every gulp of air a struggle through poisoned, crushed airway...

Jacob struggled back to his hands and knees. He barely reacted to Salem kicking him in the ribs - compared to everything else wrong with him now it was barely a blip on the radar. His head felt cracked like a dropped egg. Through both the tear gas and the head injury, his vision was blurred so bad h...

"M-Motherf-"

Jacob had barely gotten to his knees before Salem was on him, cracking him over the head with his rifle and sending him back to the ground. His hands balled into fists as he lay facedown in the snow, trembling furiously and moaning in pain.

Jacob tensed suddenly at the voice. Trembling, he pushed himself out of the snow with his hands, trying and failing to silence his ragged breath. Through red, teary eyes, he glared up at Salem in seething rage.

"Y-You..." he hissed.

Without warning, something crashed through the window. It didn't take long for it to reveal what it was; it had scarcely hit the floor before the air suddenly grew sharp , a billion needles stabbing into his eyes and leaping down his throat. Jacob scooped up his bag, gun and all, and managed to stru...

"It'd be what he deserves." Jacob couldn't deny a cold satisfaction at the thought; at Salem left behind to fend for himself, his potential victim's spirited away where he couldn't touch them anymore. But if they were leaving him behind, it would probably be because they'd left behind anyo...

((Jacob Winters continued from the dead include the living in their own great collective )) The morning had more than a few surprises for them this time. Mostly bad, but not all, at least. On the positive end, Mônica hadn't either killed, robbed or abandoned him while he was sleeping. Not that he'd ...

"O-oh, okay." Molly was panicked by the new arrival. Given that they'd made sure Jacob knew the gritty details of her murder, maybe it was someone hunting her down. Maybe he shouldn't get involved, but... "Yeah, uh... I'd appreciate the help." She'd committed herself to hunting d...

No sooner had Molly commented on a sound - on crying, according to her - than an apparent source made itself known. Jacob looked around for this sudden new interloper, announcing to him Molly's apparent crimes. The voice was familiar, but he didn't see any sign of anyone nearby. Whoever it was, they...

His scowl deepened. So she'd caught the implication. Not like Jacob was being subtle about it. At this point, with Salem and others running around butchering everyone, maybe he shouldn't feel anxious and ashamed of what he wanted to do. It was only one guy, and one who so clearly had it coming, righ...

Jacob's lips subtly twitched downward into a slight frown. His hand rested gently on the bandaged leg. "Salem. Salem is how it happened." His hand balled into a fist. He looked away from her, staring down the street behind her again. Maybe she could give him some sort of lead, or maybe the...

Jacob spotted the girl before she reached him, watching silently as she approached. Despite the sword in her hands, Jacob didn't start running or reach for the gun in his bag. Frankly, she looked ready to crumple to the floor and burst into tears. Molly, her name was? Or Monica or something? He didn...

((Jacob Winters continued from Keep Your Children In A Coma )) This was harder than he'd thought it would be. And it hadn't exactly sounded easy. Jacob sat on the porch of another tacky little home. One he'd just finished searching, so alike with most of the others he'd already searched, and doubtle...

Kiera was meant to be a lot more deferrent to Shu and withdrawn overall than she ultimately ended up being. I decided it made for both a more fun writing experience and better drama to give her much more push and pull with Shu before her death (which was planned from the jump; she was always meant t...

((Jacob Winters continued from I've been getting really into 'hell'. )) "... I'm sorry, y'know." Jacob couldn't forget the glassy, lifeless eyes of Greg's body. With the jacket shrouding his face, he couldn't shake the feeling Greg was staring right at him with those very same eyes. "...