Survivors – Jason Rogers

If anyone had been paying attention, they would’ve noticed that Jason was rather quiet. He’d like to think it was the ‘don’t bother me’ kind of quiet, although he suspected that they’d perceive it as the mute kind of quiet.

So it was no surprise then when that one tough, if not somewhat funny (the good kind of funny) man said, “you.”

Jason merely make some gesture with his hands and eyebrow. What?

“You too quiet. More quiet than even them church mice. Whassamatter with you, man?”

It was at this point that others began to comment on how they never heard him speak, how he never told anyone who he was.

“Maybe he’s mute,” Marcus commented.

“…shit no, bro,” Jason said, although given that he was mumbling, it sounded more like some foreign language.

They’d certainly come to a different conclusion about him if he just stop at that (he imagined Korean, or Japanese) so he said, slowly but clearly, “Jason. Tho I’d usually say, ‘I’m Jim Morrison, I’m dead.’ I mean, shit… Jim Morrisson, man…”

The rest just shrugged at that, made a few comment on communicating, and continued doing whatever it was that they were doing (which would involve a certain amount of looking around for stuff). Jason, swinging back to silent mode, thought that he might as well check out the typewriter, since it was sitting there and all.

*Inspecting the typewriter