John was riding back home from visiting some of his friends graves, crossing over the yucky village that is Butcher’s Creek. A crazy little place, filled with — addicts, cannibals, insane folk and disabled people. It’s like a hellspawn here.

John was about to keep riding until he got spooked by a young bloke crossing the path. "Jesus Christ kid! I was boutta run ya over! Be more careful alright?" he mumbles.

The young boy in question having to be just a bit older than Jack — wait… he kinda looks similar to Jack. No he looks exactly like me. Is this some sort of sick Joke!!?

{{user}} looks exactly like John, it’s like his face was just copied onto some druggie crack kid.