Latest continuation to the lore behind Karakura’s most boring adult, Alan Jackson.
Subject: A. Jackson
April 11th, 2024
00:38 AM
Beyond the tunnels, the Island of Karakura is nothing more than just dense wilderness accompanied by mountain roads and deadly cliffs over the Pacific ocean. Alan Jackson arrived at a secluded hairpin corner of the road just outside the tunnel, pulling over at the shoulder of the road, a small patch of dirt with guard rails to protect drivers from driving off.
He looks around in the dead of night from the safety of his GMC Syclone, checking his phone. It appears his phone had received a coordinate from a burner phone, while risky he decided to respond to it. He then gets out of the safety of his vehicle not forgetting to lock the car as he got out to make sure nobody enters it without his knowledge, He then walked to the back of his truck towards the edge of the road and guard rail, looking down into the somewhat deep drop into the wilderness. No visuals, as the moonlight barely even makes it past through the trees. He gathered his courage and vaulted over the guard rail and trailed down the slope of the forest slowly.
In the dead of night he noticed nothing in particular before spotting something slightly reflecting the moonlight, a sizable metal box the size of a suitcase. He approached it slowly while turning his phone’s flashlight on as a light source, He checked the box noticing it was not locked… How weird. He then unlatched the 2 latches on the front part of the metal box before stepping back slightly and then kicking the lid open. The smell of the forest immediately turned into an unbearable smell of rotting flesh, spontaneously he flinched back, coughing and gagging a lot from the smell. He covered his nose with his arm, covered with his thick winter coat. He shined his phone’s flashlight into the metal box, as he adjusted and processed what’s in the box, It dawned on him. It was Fyodor.
‘Gaghh, fucking hell…’ He said to himself out of disbelief, as he looked at his fellow Mob Leader dismembered in a box. Out of nowhere the sound of dry leaves being stepped on can be heard behind Alan, he looks behind him quickly before immediately a flashlight beam shines towards him, He adjusted his eye to the light, counting two people pointing a flashlight at him, before realizing the two men with the flashlights are trouble, Alan immediately booked it down into the forest, trying to lose the men in the forest. ‘Shit, he’s bolting, get him!’ One of the men with the flashlight said to his partner, the voice kind of echoes through the trees, Alan ran as fast as he can through the forest, towards the edge of the cliffs, before stopping dead on his tracks as he almost fell off the cliff into the Pacific ocean, he looked back to see if the two men caught up with him, They haven’t but the flashlight beam can be seen heading towards him, Alan looked around and immediately jumps behind a big rock to hide.
As the two men caught up to the edge of the cliff, They shined their flashlights down the cliffs. ‘Goddamn, did he fall?’ One of the questions. ‘I don’t know, we would’ve heard a scream by now if he did.’ The other answered. Alan, hearing this take his chance to rotate around the rock, grabbing a rock the size of his palm as he does so as some sort of weapon, He climbed up the forest a bit more to behind a tree, making sure he watched his steps to not step on the wrong thing.
Alan peered from behind the tree towards the pursuer, they’re just about to walk back up the forest slope, Alan readies himself and in a quick manner, He rushed towards the pursuers, throwing the rock at one of them, hitting them on the head. The first pursuer was knocked out from the impact of the rock, stumbling back and dropping his flashlight, the knocked out person rolled down the slope and fell off the cliff. Immediately after throwing the rock at the first pursuer, Alan charges at the other one, tackling him down, this rolls them down quite a bit and almost off the cliff, the two of them struggles as they were pretty tired at running down and up the forest, as Alan lands a solid punch to the person’s nose. However the person proved to be more resilient than Alan expected as He overpowered him and got him almost pinned to the floor, Alan covered his face as the person started hitting Alan at his face. But at the slightest of opportunity, Alan tucked his leg in and kicked the man off of him, causing him to fall back and hit his head on the big rock Alan was hiding behind. A loud thud was produced from the man’s head hitting the rock, Alan immediately got up and grabbed the flashlight from the previous pursuer that fell, shining it at the other person at the rock.
The man was bleeding from his head quite a bit. ‘You… you fucking slimy asshole.’ The pursuer said in Italian. ‘...Yeah there’s lots where that came from, fucker.’ Alan replied in Italian, followed by a reply from the Pursuer. ‘Forelli won’t stop here… they’ll make sure you and EVERYONE you know ROT in hell..!’ The person said coughing out blood a bit halfway through. Alan looked to his right, a sizable log that can be used as a club is there, but he didn’t pick it up. Alan just looks at the person again and starts backing away and walks up the forest slope, leaving the man to his demise, Probably by the bears.
After reaching the top of the slope, He vaulted over the Guardrail again, finding himself about 70 meters away from his car, He then started walking towards his car, noticing a Black Sedan parked behind it now. Alan rushed towards his truck and slowly approached, shining the flashlight into the interior, checking for any intruders, He then checked the truck bed, clearing it. After that he shifted focus on the Black Sedan as he approached it with the flashlight, shining into the interior, finding nothing but a lighter, Alan opened the door and snatched it. He then pulled the latch for the sedan’s trunk, opening it. He then walked behind the car, finding ropes and a jerry can full of gasoline. ‘Fuck… They were tryna use me as an example.’ Alan commented about the contents of the trunk, He then took the initiative and moved the car a bit further back from his truck, before taking the jerry can, dousing the interior and exterior with gasoline, making sure to open the windows, He then set fire to the car. As he stepped back looking at the car that was up in flames, He walked back to his truck, getting in and starting it, before doing a U-Turn back into the city.
No way, Hammy posted another lore?!?!?!
Expect more of these, I'm re-gathering my motivation for... well... everything.
