Okay guys, so some people were worried about this going a little cracky in the last chapter. And the truth is, Jem's behavior was not meant to be crack like, Melanias? Yeah a little. Even the riding the griffon thing was a bit much but I couldn't think of a way to have him survive that fall by sheer dumb luck except for that. So don't worry, back to the semi serious stuff. But to be honest, this might seem a little crackish because realistically I think Jem would have this reaction.

Anyways I've been MIA lately, and the truth of the matter is I've been working extra hours at work for a few reasons.

1. I'm trying to buy my own place.

2. Buying up more ammunition and magazines.

3. Trying to buy my first AK this Week

4. Because Gas got up past five dollars a gallon in my area and it sucks dick.

"FUCK!" Jem said as he woke up from his little nap.

In truth, his nap didn't help at all. And he was still in pain from the fall. During his time with Winter, he found out that his aura COULD grow the longer he was in Remnant, but there was just one issue with it. It would take months for him to get up to even normal levels for a trainee, and maybe even years before he was up to Huntsman level. At best his wounds would heal faster than a normal humans, but unlike Jaune who could heal within a minute, for Jem it would take him at least an hour for everything to fix itself.

He tried to examine himself as best as he could. As far as he could tell he didn't break anything in the fall, but he definitely had some nasty bruising on his back and around his ribcage, the muscles in his back had also swelled up making it painful to even get on all fours. But he knew he had to for one huge reason.

The Grimm invasion was still going on. And he needed to move. He was already lucky he hadn't been eaten during his little nap. He took a look at his watch. It had been about thirty minutes since he landed here.

Damn lucky he hadn't been killed.

"Okay, lets see." Jem observed what he still had.

His plate carrier with a full combat load and medical pouches. His weapon, a spare knife, some gummie worms for snacks and a water bottle that was about halfway full.

"Shit...Flannel Daddy would be so disappointed..." (1)

He was disappointed in himself. The ONE time he gets in an urban warfare environment, and he barely has any water.

He stood up to his full height and surveyed the landscape.

He saw a horde of Grimm charging towards him. He froze for a second.

You would think it was out of fear. But it was something else instead. Jem had gone through his whole enlistment being blue balled by the army.

"Hey Guys! We got a deployment to Afgh-...oh wait sorry, its going to Fort Drum."

"Hey Guys! We're going to Ira-...oh sorry, thats going to Fort Carson."

"Hey Guys! This is for real this time! We're going to Iran!...Oh wait...Oh never mind that fizzled out."

Year after year.

Hour after hour.

All the training, all the sucking. All the smoke sessions because another grown ass man couldn't get a haircut...it was all for nothing.

So needless to say, the fact that Jem was about to go into a very dangerous situation wasn't scary to him.

In fact it was like his prayers had finally been answered.

Suddenly the pain he felt all over seem to fade away in favor of a more euphoric feeling.

He got a sick smile on his face as he loaded another magazine into Ruby Ridge.

"Oh boy, are we gonna have some fun!" He let out a war cry as he started shooting at Grimm from his perch on a destroyed building.

The frustration of being blue balled on his deployments was finally being let loose.

If you didn't know Jem beforehand, and your first exposure to him was what was happening at the current moment, you would think he was a psycho. What kind of man could find enjoyment out of killing Grimm?

Well what the creatures of Grimm didn't know was this.

You take a man who grew up on movies like Red Dawn and Tremors. A man who LITERALLY dreamed about the day the government would try to take everyone's guns away because '9mm blew out the lungs!'. A man who had prepared for the eventual collapse of civilization and you put him into a world where it is literally EVERYTHING that he ever imagined would happen.

Well that man was going to have a GRAND OL TIME!

Winter

Winter was worried sick. She had heard from her soldiers that Jem's crazy blind date had somehow showed up and threw him off the landing platform. But according to the scroll she had given him, his Aura levels were still stable. He may not have had a lot, but if he had taken a death dealing blow he wouldn't still be in the green. The question was where was he? She tried the immediate area that he would have fallen into and found nothing. It was full of more civilians being evacuated. But there was nowhere else he could have landed. Even if he somehow managed to move a few feet while he was falling, he wouldn't have fallen anywhere else but a 1 mile radius of his initial drop. And she thought she was overestimating by ALOT.

"Where the hell did he go?" Winter couldn't figure it out.

She had ordered her men to proceed with the evacuation and try to get as many civilians out as possible. So far nothing had gone horribly wrong. But she had a feeling that would change.

"Maam we've successfully evacuated the injured. We have a few deaths, and a few permanent injuries from the initial blast, but looks like a majority of them are gonna live with a few minor scrapes and bruises."

Winter let out a sigh of relief. That was one of the few bright sides about today.

"Send some more scouts out to look for Jem when you can spare the men." She said as she was going to try and split them up into teams.

"You're worried about him aren't you?" The soldier asked as she nodded.

"Of course I am, but knowing him, he'll pull through." Winter let a small smile out.

"Oh? Is he that skilled?"

"No, hes got sheer dumb luck." She sighed as she still couldn't believe how often Jem got away from weird situations.

The man literally used Clover as a good luck charm back on Earth, but now it seemed like Clover's semblance had rubbed off on him. It was total bullshit.

Back with Jem

"THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE." Jem said as he stomped on a Grimm Skull with a sick grin on his face as it squealed in pain as he put a bullet in its head.

The scary thing was that the Grimm seemed almost hesitant to engage him at first. Jem didn't know why, he was just a regular dude trying to kill as many Grimm as he could. What he hadn't taken into account was that the Grimm were attracted to negative emotions. Sadness, anger, hatred, rage.

The problem was Jem was literally having the happiest day of his life because he was living out his apocalypse fantasies. So you take those happy emotions, they didn't make the Grimm feel like attacking. The fact that he also started laughing when he finally got to fire a grenade round into a Griffon and watch it explode like a meat balloon did not make them eager to attack. They were still coming towards him, but the split second of hesitation gave Jem all the time he needed.

"Man, Imagine how cool it would be if I had a 50 Cal right now." Jem tried not to lose himself in fantasies.

In Jem's head he was thinking of Tremors 3. Specifically the opening scene. Oh how he wished he could have quad 50 cal. The amount of unforgiveable sins he would commit just for the chance to shoot one of those.

One day Jem...One day.

(1) If you're a fan of this story, chances are you've probably seen a Garand Thumb video once in your life.

(2) Honestly while Tremors is kind of Cheesey, Burt Gummer is legit the best part of that series.