☆°Jackson Alex-Ren°☆

"You are not helping...!"

He hissed quietly, wrapping an arm around Sage's waist to better support the shorter male. He sighed quietly, still feeling jittery. Maybe from lack of food... and sleep... or just the sheer terror flooding through his veins. He was trying so hard to not look at the blood, or dead bodies, or Sage for that matter. He really felt like vomiting. But he didn't.

"Yeah, yay... any ideas on where?"

He murmured, eyes flashing over the treeline.

"Yeah, no. Not happening."

He muttered, not caring to calm down. He usually wasn't calm anyway. But who cared???? He tugged Sage toward a flat-ish looking space, making sure to keep his hand not on the fucking gunshot. This was not how he wanted this to go- or anything else to go- or his life to go- but of course he had to be the son of a drug user and a money obsessed man. And of course he had to have is own issues along with it. He sighed quietly, continuing to walk through the trees, keeping to the flat areas while practically carrying Sage. Maybe it was the panicked adrenaline. But who knew?

Jackson continued basically dragging Sage along. Well, half-dragging, half-carrying. Until he reached a flat clearing. He looked around, finally stopping. He wasn't out of breath at the moment, considering he was still running on panic adrenaline. Yippee-doo him. He stopped abruptly, holding onto Sage as he looked around. He felt horrid. Anxious, nervous, panicked... basically everything that he could be feeling, he was feeling.

"Now what...?"

He whispered, mostly to himself, he sighed.

"Hell, I'm useless at this."

He shook his head, taking another look around.