Snippet #2496287

Jason snagged himself a fish, and spoke to himself as he slowly reeled it in.
"Atta boy. Don't you spit that hook out." He stated to himself. While Jason was walking toward the river, he caught his bad leg on a slippery rock, and fell forward losing his pole in the river. The river was swift enough that the pole swept down stream, and with it his dinner.

Jason came up with a rage, and started to pickup rocks, and throw them into the river with a growl to the nothingness. "YEaah! I fucking hate this world!!" His screamed echoed in the canyon. He then realized after he had snapped out of it that he shouldn't have done that, and headed toward dinosaur park.

The place had been gutted of anything useful, but the solid stone building would be a good place for him to hide out for a while. That yell into the canyon would bring un-invited guests for sure. Jason moved just behind one of the counters, and slipped the ax off his back. He laid it accross his lap, and reached to the inside pocket of the coat to pull out a little silver flask.