When Jon woke up. His throat was so sore. He coughs and gags a bit due to the air tube he reaches up and grabs the thin tube and pulls it out and coughs and sneezes a bit. He looks around his hospital room. A vase with very dead flours sat at a stand at the end of his bed. He frowns and gets up. He falls slightly due to the weakest in his legs. He walks almost shuffles to the door. He pulls it open and staggers out into the abandoned hallways. "H-Hello?!" He calls out weakly. He leans up against the wall and tries to shake the dizziness feeling he had. He holds the wall and walks towards one end. That's when he saw his first body. Well. First group of bodies. They laid slumped against the wall. Bullet holes in they're heads and in the wall. He covers his mouth at the sight. He gulps and heads down the hall more. A door chained shut started to be forced open and dirty disgusting fingers pried they're way through the cracks. Jon stumbles back and then walks away from the door fast. He makes his way out of the hospital. Finding an even more grim sight. Dead bodies everywhere. He didn't know what to think. He was so confused. What the hell happened. He had no choice but to walk all the way home.

When he got to his house he opened the door using the key from under the window sill. He look around and head to his room and changed into the only thing he knew was clean. His officer uniform. He grab his gun hearing someone in the house. He walks out and points his weapon at the intruder. A young boy. He gasps and drops the pipe he had in his hand. "Dad!" He shouts Jon turns and then found a fist in his face. Jon stumbles back. The guy then curses. "Shit. Sorry dude!" Jon holds his face "The Hell you apologizing for?! You punched me!" Jon shouts. "You're a cop. Thought you guys were all dead." Jon makes a face and then clutches his chest where he got shot and falls to his knees. "You weren't bit were you?!" I groan. "No.... I was Shot.... It still hurts like a mother fu- er...." He gets up and sighs. "What do you mean by bit?" "You don't know? You get bit by on of those things and you turn into one." "Into what?" "The undead." Jon didn't know what to think. "The undead? Hell..." Jon then sits down on the couch. "Everyone I know is dead aren't they?" The man and his son walk over. "Now don't think like that their probably alive held up some where." Jon then thinks of Luke. "Shit Luke.... I have to go find him!" He gets up and goes for the door. The gad grabs his arm. "You shouldn't go out there. Not in your condition." "Well you ain't stopping me." "You ain't even got a melee weapon. Guns draw them closer." Jon sighs but then a lightbulb goes off in his head and he heads back into his room. He grabs a box and opens it. Luke had gotten him an actual Machete for his birthday one year. Even though Jon asked for a teddy bear. The man and his son must think him crazy due to all the teddy bears around. Jon then spots something in the back of his closet. He pulls it out and smiles. It was a Jason mask. He tosses it back and wipes his eyes. He puts the machete on his belt now able to sheath and unsheath it. He then walks out.
"Dude. You don't know what your up against."
"I don't care. I got to find Luke. He'd do the same for me."
"Then why hasn't he?"
Jon gulps. "Because... He.... He probably thought I died already or something... I was at the hospital when whatever the hell happened... happened." He didn't want to argue or bicker any longer he opens the door and leaves the house. He headed down the street. When Luke's house was in sight he ran to it. He checked the front door. Locked. And the backdoor. Both locked. He finds the key to the back door under the window and enters the house. He looks around and shuts the door behind him. He pulls the Machete out and looks through the house. He was disappointed. There was no sign of Luke. All his stuff gone. All his guns and Ammo gone. Jon sighs and sits on the floor. His best friend. Gone. Hopefully not dead thought. Hopefully.

Jon sighs and looks around the house. He finds Luke's recording set up at Least. Where it should have been. Luke definitely didn't do that. A lot of stuff was torn around and holes in the walls. The window smashed open. He shakes his head. He picks up one of Luke's play buttons that had been pried from it's case. Probably by looters looking for cash only to see it as worthless. "I will find you Cartoonz. Luke. Brother. If your not already dead... Please don't be dead you dumb sister fuckin' asshole." Jon sighs and sets the button down and sees a paper on the floor. He picks it up and opens it seeing that it was folded up. A small map was sketched out on the paper. There was a small note on the side. "Dear Jon if you some how made it out of that hospital alive by some miracle or some shit. I know you'd end up going to my house so I left this map here to where we're headed if we're not there I'll hide ya another note sayin where we're headed out to next. I miss you clown. Please don't be dead. God please don't be dead." Luke had signed the bottom of it. Jon's heart ached just a bit more. Now missing his best friend/ brother even more now.