@jaccb-altman
location: HIGHWAY 765 EN-ROUTE TO CHARLOTTE, NC.
It seemed never ending, the sharp pelt of rain and wind further skewing the vision as the impact of such disastrous weather lay strewn across the highway, crushed metal contorted beyond repair. To those caught within it, it was a nightmare that nobody ever saw coming - yet one in the same that Jackson and so many of his crew knew was near inevitable as far too many people clung to the last minute effort to leave the city. Another day in the life, yet no easier as he moved through the wreckage, diverting the team that he’d led out here towards people they knew - people they cared about. A battlefield far different to any of those he’d once chosen to put himself in the middle of, this one wrecked havoc in ways that didn’t end with a fired bullet, the nightmare ensued and he knew he’d weather the storm until it ended before he sought a moment for himself to rest, simply because it was who he was. Prying loose the back door of a crushed camero, Jackson stepped back to offer the paramedic with him room to work on the passenger within when familiarity fluttered within his chest and toppled the depths until by autonomous thought alone, he was moving through the throng of people and carnage towards the truck they’d not yet gotten to. Climbing across the bonnet of an empty vehicle, he maneuvered quickly yet carefully until he could see clearly enough to see inside, hues averting to assess his truck quickly. Crushed - both ends, wedged far too tightly within the entanglement of metal.. “Shit.. Jake..-- Hey Jake, you with me?” He spoke loudly over the hammering of rain and whirling wind, the shattered window offering Jackson the possibility to look beyond the glass, “Jake, buddy..-- C’mon, how’s your legs? They’re not pinned are they?” Blood --- he could see the crimson that smeared across the younger mans face and immediately considered his options, “Don’t move if you can’t, we’re gonna’ figure this out, okay? All you gotta’ do is talk to me, tell me what doesn’t feel right.” Often enough, pain confused with a certain numbness and far too often looked over in the immediate assessment, all sense of personal panic set aside to boil beneath the surface as instinct took over.
