Jackson "Ash" Rowe Jackson - or rather, Ash - sighed heavily, opening his eyes. As usual, he could see the 3OH!3 poster he tacked onto the ceiling. Slowly, as if hopeful, he raised a hand and pressed it over his left eye - No change. Yep, he was still blind in his left eye. With a growl, he turned his head to look at the clock. Surely, he slept through his alarm again. He did it every day, so he set an alarm on his clock, his iPod, and his phone. Though, he at least woke up at his cellphone alarm enough to silence it and go back to bed - But... he was sure he didn't
remember waking up to it. Wait- What the hey? Suddenly, he sat up before falling back a bit, catching himself on one elbow as he turned his body to look at the clock.
Midnight?Slowly, he reached down and pulled the blankets off of himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Yawning, he stretched his arms and back by doing what every person seemed to, stretching their arms outward while arcing their back. Slowly, he stood and dragged himself across the room, yanking the door open. He crossed the house to Michael's room, knocking.
"Hey!" he yelled at the door, waiting for a grumpy response. Another moment of silence and there was no reply. "Mikey! Get your lazy ass up!" he yelled, banging on the door again. He may wake others in the house, but at this point, he didn't care one bit. If they didn't answer, whatever. He growled and passed through the kitchen back to his room. His mismatched eyes briefly glanced at the clock, and when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. Midnight. "No fuckin' way." he muttered. It had been at least three minutes if anything. Perhaps all the clocks had stopped in the house. Soon, he stood at his adoptive parents' house, banging on the door. Usually, his parents were light sleepers - But no matter how much he beat on the door and yelled, there was no response. "The hell?" Grasping the doorknob, he twisted it and pushed the door open.
Empty beds.
"No. No no no, this ain't right." Turning sharply on his heel he rushed back to Michael's room. He threw the door open and his jaw dropped - Another empty bed. His dad, mom, Michael and- "Crap, Luke!" he dashed across the house once more and almost threw his younger brother's door off it's hinges. At the sight of another empty room, he found himself darting back into his room and tearing the closet door open. Being a strong young man, as he pulled the doors open, they flung outwards as he let go and smacked against the wall, resulting in damage to the wall. Bursting from the front door, he hastily pulled his jeans on the rest of the way (When he emerged from his house, they had bunched up at his upper thigh) and stuffed his wallet into his pocket before connecting the wallet chain. Glancing out on the street, he sighed.
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Hey!" he bellowing in his booming, carrying voice. He didn't much care that he was a bit
boldly presenting himself, he'd put in his shirts in just a moment. Carrying a black T shirt and a black and gray plaid shirt, he walked down the street until he caught sight of a small group of people. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked the time again - Still midnight. "Damn, i don't even remember takin' anythin'." he muttered before calling out another 'Hey!' down the street at the group. Approaching them, he began to pull his shirt on, pulling some dogtags out and letting them rest against his chest before beginning to pull on the plaid buttonup. Stopping near them, he began to button up his shirt. "Okay, now i'mma try and be patient here - But what the hell is going on? Why is everything stuck at midnight and why is Salem cleared out like a radiation zone?"