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This week is Radio Static Transmission #2. Jackson Meyer is a 22 year old monster hunter. Blogger and home video extraordinaire, he’s convinced that there are creatures that walk alongside humans. Through his various hunts, adventures and interviews, he finds that he’s right. He’s always been right–there is something that stalks in the shadows. It’s coming for him, and it’s not happy.
Jackson grabbed another bottle of water, twisted off the top and dumped the package of drink mix into it. Lumps of orange powder floated on the surface, he re-capped it and shook it hard. It barely mixed together but he chugged it down anyway, grimacing as a chunk of powder slid down his throat. He turned, hearing rustling in the brush behind him. Brody emerged a few moments later. The man looked like he had stepped off the pages of a LL Bean catalog, and knowing the jerk’s disposable income he had.
“Yo,” Jackson said as way of greeting.
“Glad to see you’re awake.” Brody shrugged the back pack off, putting it on the table. “Killen around?”
“He’s taking a dump.” Jackson said, grabbed another water and started to drink that down, hoping to chase the taste of fake orange from his mouth.
“Charming,” Brody said, clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “How many of those have you had?”
“Second one,” Jackson said, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Why?”
“Slow down.” Brody came around the table, stopped in front of Jackson. “If you’re dehydrated still, you can make yourself ill again.” The medical bag sat on the ground between them. Brody tipped Jackson’s chin up with his fingers, peered into his eyes. Jackson looked away first.
Brody made him uncomfortable. Not in the way that the dude was going to murder everyone while they slept, but he came from money. A lot of money– in fact he had funded most of the earlier trips that Jackson and Killen had taken. Brody had served in the army as a medic, three tours overseas in Afghanistan before being medically discharged after a roadside bomb detonated. He lost half a leg and his hearing.
“Follow the light please,” Brody shone a penlight in his eyes, then moved it to the left, then the right, up and down. Popped a thermometer under Jackson’s tongue. “I’m getting tired of this rain.” He said conversationally. His hands framed Jackson’s jaw, hands moving down along his neck, manipulating skin. “Your glands are fine. I have a strong feeling that it’s dehydration and you spent the night running around.”
“It’s not raining, the sky is leaking.” Killen announced his return to camp. Returned the bag to the plastic trash can they kept all paper products in and smirked. “Want to go in the van and play doctor with me, Brody?”
Brody rolled his eyes and removed the thermometer, checking it. “I plan on going into the van and sleeping. What you do with your free time is up to you.”
It was an unspoken rule that Brody slept in the van. Killen often ended up in there with him. Jackson didn’t mind sleeping in the tent, he liked the connection to the outdoors. “I’m going to go for a walk, while you two rest. Or fuck,” Jackson said. Killen raised a fist in the air with a smirk.
“Take a walkie-talkie with you. If you run into any trouble radio back here.” Brody sterilized the thermometer putting it back into it’s case. “I’ll send Killen after you. He’s got more meat on him anyways.”
“I’ll give you some meat, pretty boy.” Killen said. Howled with laughter when Brody’s cheeks blazed dark red. They were polar opposites physically. Killen lean and lanky all limbs, and pale. Brody shorter, barely five foot seven, solid muscle without an ounce of body fat. He was darker in complexion, black hair cut close in a crew cut, strong features, bright green eyes.
“Get a room already.” Jackson muttered under his breath. He got to his feet. “At least wait until I’m changed and out of camp before you bang each other.”
“You’re welcome to stay and join. When’s the last time you got some?” Killen appeared at his side, long arm draped over him. “I promise we’ll behave after this. It’s just that he gets so hot when he’s all rough and outdoorsy.”
Jackson rolled his eyes, shrugged out of the hold. Went back into his tent and managed to find dry clothing. He changed listening to Killen and Brody bicker. Swung his pack up over his shoulders, settling it against his back. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. There were some trails that I wanted to go look it.”
“Do you have the walkie?” Brody held up one. Jackson nodded, the other was strapped to one of the straps of his pack.
“I’m going to head east, probably seven or eight miles out. I’ll keep in contact with whoever is still awake at that point.” Jackson said. “Please remember to keep an eye on the set up we have over there? If something trips the cameras I want confirmation on it. Okay?”
“Of course,” Brody said. He was already heading for the van, walkie-talkie in hand.
“Aye, aye Captain.” Killen gave him a sarcastic salute and followed Brody.
To be continued.
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