Jones wandered down the road. She didn't know where she was going and at this point didn't really care. She knew she would have been bound to have been picked up with the blood all over her white tank, but she couldn't really do anything about that.

As she wandered she felt lost. For the first time in a long time she had nothing to do, no job, nobody to please.

The words of that man, that President of the Sons of Anarchy rung in the back of her mind.

Maybe she did enjoy the thrill of the fight. Maybe she liked beating the shit out of someone because she had some pent up anger issues or whatever it was the fuck he had asked her.

And yeah, maybe she did enjoy it a little too much.

But what was she suppose to do after being like this for two years? Before she had no one. No home, family, she was close to dead with the way her life was headed. So excuse her if she was a little thrown off when these big bad biker guys storm her match and kill her boss.

She sighed the California heat getting to her as she walked ever so slowly. Her gloves no longer on her wrists, but if anyone passing by saw her they'd figure she was out walking to train -- or something along those lines.

Her black boxer shorts were baggy and barely hung off her hips. She use to be much bigger than she was now. She was so skinny someone would say she was anorexic if it wasn't due to the guns she had on her. Her white sneakers dirty and holey at the same time.

Lifting her hand she used the back of it to wipe away the sweat that built up on her forehead. It was then when she cleared her vision she seen a small sign up ahead.

Confused at first she kept walking up until she could read it.

Welcome to Charming

The sign read once she got up next to it. So she had finally come to a town. Sweet baby Jesus it took her about half the day with no water and nothing but the clothing on her back. Walking a few more miles inward she found herself on the outskirts of town.

She was thinking just how nice some water would be right now. How nice a cold shower to ease her body would be. But just as she was thinking about everything her train of thought was broke when she heard bikes coming from somewhere. Turning around she started walking backwards to see two bikes drive past her. Turning back around she seen it was the Sons of Anarchy group again.

But instead of riding on she caught site of break lights and one of the bikers had come to a stop. She kept walking toward him when he put the bike in park and turned around to look at her.

It was the scared man.

With him was the younger guy with the mohawk. The both had parked and turned off their bikes by the time she came up beside them.

"Holy shit it's you!"

The younger guy spoke up first. She looked between the two of them.

"Yeah, it's me."

She said in a dull and tired tone. The scared man looked at her up and down as he sat there on his bike, sunglasses over his eyes.

"Did ya walk all tha way here?"

She nodded something that shocked both of them.

"Jesus, how are you not dead?"

The young guy asked again. He looked around to see if she was along or not.

"What do you mean?"

"What tha lad means darlin is that tha town you were located in is a good eighteen miles west of where yer are now."

Jones just blinked slowly. She understood now why the two were shocked to see her.

"Did ya walk tha whole way?"

She nodded earning a cruse from the man. He sat there for a second looking at her and she at him. Finally he looked away and at the man he was with the younger guy just shrugging. They were having some type of private conversation with each other that didn't involve speaking.

Finally the scared man turned back around and looked at her.

"If ya want ya can ride back with me take the club. Get ya a nice hot shower and some warm food in yer belly."

"Cold one sounds nice."

"Aye whatever ya prefer."

He agreed with her. After everything that happened today her judgment told her that these guys were probably the last ones who would try and kill her. She also had no where else to go or be so she took him up on the offer and stepped down off the sidewalk and climbed on the back of his bike.

Feeling the vibrations of the start up of the bike and the roar as it came to life Jones wrapped her arms around the scared man's waist as he pulled back onto the road, his friend following him.