Well, where to begin? Name's Jack, I'm a former Marine of Fourteen years. Some call me "Fifteen" For some reason.
I Can't remember my last name, possibly because I don't have one. I like the name "Jack Fifteen" so, I don't mind.
Anyways, I Was running from some thugs... I Was coming home from Walmart, Some guys decided it was a good idea to attack a Marine...Not the best choice. I Managed to injure most of them, but one of them had a Knife, Stabbed me, Right in the stomach. I Had no choice but to run and hide, so I hopped into a Dumpster in an alleyway, now I'm in a forest.
Now, My wound had Somehow slightly healed, Not fully, but enough to the point where i walk. I Would need some bandages to heal this, might take a while.
*Jack's daily routine*
So, My daily routine... Wake up, put Marine pants on, put Marine shirt on, put Marine vest on, eat, Clean guns, go to work, eat, come home, go to firing range, come home again, eat, sleep.
Yep, boring life. That's a good thing. Then one day I'm out shopping, get stabbed, jump in a dumpster, Now I'm in a forest. How? Fuck if I know, I just want to Survive.
(Short chapter. Yeah. They get longer. See ya!)