Jason opened his eyes, and looked dimly at his surroundings. He was under a bed, in a small hut, with a window. Through the window, he could see only jungle.
He groaned "What happened? Where is everyone? Why the fuck am I naked?".
After covering himself, Jason took a backpack he found, and tested the door of the hut. To his surprise, it was unlocked. But this was nothing compared to the horror he saw.
The narrow dirt road of his village was soaked in blood. Bodies lay everywhere. He couldn't even look at them. Jason said: "Now I remember... the evil men, they came, they slaughtered everyone. I hid under a bed, because that always seems to work in movies. They looked right through the hut, but never found me..."
Jason looked around the village, eventually picking the lightsaber, which fits comfortably in his pocket. On second thought, he takes the AK-74 as well. "Might be useful, and its not like I can only carry one." "Hey, old man, what are you doing here? Are ya hurt?"
The old man replies quietly: "No, I am unhurt. I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. You want to survive. I have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like them. That is the reason that there are twenty-nine dead on the evil men's side, and why you and I must leave before they arrive with more men, more guns, and we all die in hideous pain. I know a shortcut to Manaus. Come with me if you want to live. My name is Gandalf."
Jason looked around, torn between fear of being caught and killed, and lack of trust for the old man...
Edited 10/4/2015 01:26:32