OKAY so this chapter took me a bit to do. I wasn't 100% on how to do the radio without a creature encounter, and then I wasn't 100% on how to do a creature encounter. So I put em together and did my best to do them well. ENJOY!

Jackson could barely stand again, the pain in his leg was so overwhelming. He was mostly glad for it however, he'd picked himself and the hatchet up and hobbled into the back door of the lumber yard office.

Damn it all... my leg is killing me again... that bitch! Ah no no... no I'm the idiot, I swung without thinking... I tried to apologize, I guess I still deserved it. I wasn't thinking... Damned tight spaces...

Jackson reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the pain pills he got from the car. Unscrewing the cap he looked into the bottle to count the pills. There where five left. Trying to be smart, and suffer more now than later, Jackson took two pills out of the bottle and choked them down. Resting his head on the office wall Jackson took a deep breath hoping for the pain to go away quickly. After sitting in the office for ten minuets, something caught his ear. A sharp whining from the corner of the room. Looking around for something to assist him in standing all Jackson could find was an office chair. Turning it towards the sound, he did his best to keep balance and pace with the rolling wheels.

Letting go of the chair and catching himself on a desk, Jackson stoped to listen again for the noise. It sounded like it was in one of the desks drawers. The lowest one. Bending his good knee and keeping as much weight off his injured leg as he could Jackson opened the drawer to find the source of the noise.

A pocket radio? I didn't know they still made these...

Jackson took the radio out of the drawer and pivoted on his heel to sit on the desk. He looked the radio up and down. It was just a small, red rectangle with what seemed to be a busted speaker. The noise coming from it wasn't so much a whine anymore, but what sounded like distorted scream-o from some old station he'd never heard of. He held the old piece of junk up to his ear to see if he could make out any real words.

"...W-...You-...D-... You'll...A-...Si-... H-... Jackson..."

The mention of his name over the radio sent a chill down his spine. Surely it was a coincidence. Its been years sense he was last here. No one could remember a drifter like him, could they? No, this had to be by chance.

"Jackson Mayer... You-...-t you...Pay..."

Hearing his full name shattered the chance illusion. Jackson Mayer, the radio said Jackson Mayer. His name. His FULL name. Jackson's hands started to shake and he almost dropped the radio. Turning its volume low he unconsciously stuffed it into his coat pocket along with the map and flashlight. Sweating again and short of breath, Jackson buried his head in his hands in an attempt to calm down. Wiping the sweat from his forehead and taking a few deep breaths Jackson sat back up, his heart felt as though it was beating in his throat. He felt sick. A harsh slam against the office window caused his head to snap towards it and caused him to hold his breath. The radio in his coat got louder with a piercing shriek. He fumbled with his coat, attempting to get the radio and turn it off. Another more forceful slam against the glass caused him to give it up. The window was showing signs of giving way, though Jackson hadn't seen what was trying to get in. He didn't want to.

A third slam against the window followed by an audible cracking sound sent Jackson into panic mode. Forgetting about the pain in his leg Jackson rushed back to the hatchet on couch. Taking it into his hands he readied it above his head, unsure of what to do. A black figure crashed into the window and shattered it, blood fell from the figure and splattered the floor as it lurched into the office. Jackson's breath was close to hyperventilation. The figure from the window stood tall. Its front was riddled with cuts and blood. The radio was loud, merciless. He didn't know what was going on, what he was looking at, what to do. Jackson's fight or flight reflexes where going haywire.

What do I do? What the fuck is that thing?! God damn it... GOD DAMN IT! I cant go back to the maze, it'll catch me there, I have to kill it... I have to get past it... c'mon Jackson, DO SOMETHING!

Jackson screamed as he charged the creature bringing the hatchet down. His leg couldn't support the weight, and he fell forward onto his face, almost cutting his own head off. The creature breathed heavily and raspy. Its whole body was black, the only color from the blood still pouring out of its chest. It had no features, except what appeared to be an arm. No hand, just what could be described as a knife at the end of the "arm." The creature took steps towards Jackson. Rolling over onto his back all Jackson could do was crawl backwards. He didn't want his eyes off this thing, however sick it made him. If he looked away, he didn't know what would happen.

The creature gained momentum with its arm raised high. It caught up to Jackson and put all its body weight into its slash. The blade like thing at the end of its arm just barely missed Jackson's head. Screaming and clamping his eyes closed, Jackson swung the hatched over and over at the creature now that it was in reach. Loud screeches and the sound of breaking bones filled the room with his screams. The creatures shrieks died down as well as its body slumped and fell on top of Jackson. Still shouting he shoved the thing off of him crawling away, pointing the hatchet forward towards the body on the ground. Jackson held his breath and didn't move besides the shaking hatchet in his hands. The blade dripped with deep red, almost black, blood from the creature. The room grew silent, just Jackson's heavy breathing could be heard. The radio had stopped making noise, but the tones and static coming through it was still replaying in Jackson's mind with the creature crawling through the shattered window.

What the hell... what the hell... what the- "Fuck..." Jackson sighed, "I need to get to the hospital. I need to get to the hospital and fucking leave this town behind me!" Jackson spoke aloud.

Jackson picked himself up, his leg numb. From pain or the pills he took he didn't know, he didn't care. He was leaving, and never coming back. Jackson rushed to the door and fumbled with the lock. As Jackson unlocked the door, and pushed it open, the radio exploded with static. This caused Jackson to jump and drop the hatchet.

"What the fuck! Why the hell-" Jackson started, but was interrupted as movement in the corner of his eye drew his attention and made him freeze. The creature he'd hacked countless times, the one he killed not thirty seconds ago, was getting back up. "No... no no no no no no. NO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Jackson yelled. The creature turned towards him, unfazed, and screeched once more. The sound pierced his ears and nearly drowned out the radio. Jackson turned and ran out the door taking a sharp left, running down the road as fast as his legs would allow.

The road turned easily to the right as he ran, the radio was still making noise though not as loud. In fact it seemed to get quieter the farther he ran from the lumber office and the creature. That made him thankful, and completely erased the thought of ditching the radio. He'd need it as a warning signal if he was right in thinking that was how it worked. Out of breath and the radio now quiet, Jackson took the time to catch his breath. His teeth burnt again from the cold, so he started to breath through his nose. He removed the map from his coat pocket to see witch way he'd run. His hands still shook, from fear more than the bitter cold.

I ran... left out the door... so that puts me... here. Jackson thought tracing his path with his finger on the map. He was on the corner of Industry Dr. and Acadie Rd. Right across the street from the church.

Fucking great, I ran the wrong way... its gonna take even longer to get to Alchemilla. Jackson refolded the map and placed it back in his coat pocket. Though a thought stopped him in his tracks as he took a few steps. Where's my hatchet? He thought back, when the creature got back up the radio went off. It had caused Jackson to jump and drop the hatchet. "Son of a bitch." Jackson proclaimed aloud.

Jackson continued on, turning left onto Acadie and then left again onto Koontz. From here it was a straight shot to the hospital, though the idea of a doctor and nurses was beginning to look like it wouldn't happen. Not a soul was on these streets, and one of the two living things he'd seen, just tried to kill him. Worst came to worst, he wasn't against stealing from people who didn't exist. He'd get more meds, one way or another.

As Jackson wandered down the street he'd think the radio would act up every now and again. He did his best to ignore it, and to keep the thoughts of what was in the fog out of his mind. Last thing he wanted was another creature like the one at the lumber yard office trying to attack him, let alone while he was weaponless. Jackson's stomach growled as he walked past a taco shack. If he remembered correctly, he was just a block away from the hospital. He wanted to get in quick, get what he needed, and leave just as fast. After what had happened, he didn't care if he had to walk home popping pills every so often, just as long as this town was behind him for good.

Jackson neared the hospital gate after a few minuets of thought. He was glad to finally be one step closer to leaving this damned place. As he approached the front door the radio started to blast. Jackson nearly broke his neck looking around. He couldn't see anything, nor could he hear over the radio. He knew something was there, so he turned it off just to hear better, see if he could judge where it was coming from. What he heard surprised him, it wasn't foot steps. It was more like a running dog, or three.

Fuck dogs! Fuck, fuck, FUCK guard dogs!

Jackson quickly turned and shoved open the hospital door, and slammed it behind him. Jackson looked around for something to jam the doors with. He found a broom, grabbed it, and rushed back to the door as two dog like figures slammed against it. "Shit!" Jackson yelled as he did his best to keep the door shut. Struggling against the dogs and their barking, and the radio still piercing his ears, he got the broomstick into the door handle. The dogs rammed against the door a few more times before the radio died down. "Thank Christ..." Jackson exhaled, "Fuck dogs."

As Jackson turned from the door a sound from outside caught his attention. It wasn't the dogs, and it didn't seem to shriek like the creature from the lumber office. No this was something you heard in songs, or back during the world wars. Jackson stopped and looked over his shoulder as the sound grew louder.

"An air raid siren?"

Alright, so I know for some reason you can't click the link in the last chapter to see the map I'm using. So just delete theses spaces and then you should be able to see it.

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Hope that helps. It might not. But I hope it does. OH and thanks for reading! Hope you all will stick with me till the end!