Jason stopped and listened intently after the first distant shot. He had an unusually keen sense of hearing; something that he had developed due to his lack of smell he guessed but even he had difficulty hearing over the tavern chatter. As more shots rang out the whole place went dead quiet however and people began going to the taverns windows, grimy as they were. Suddenly Jason seemed to realize how many people were around him and a sudden anxiousness took over him and made it hard to breathe. He quickly went for the door, being the first out of the tavern and getting his breath back in the emptiness of the street. He needed a vantage point so he could know exactly was going on. It shouldn't have been too hard to find one, Aurora's End was home to many a collapsing building, all he had to do was find one that he could quickly scale to the top of. It didn't take long, he remembered one he saw on his way to the tavern through the town's main street and went straight there, running up what stairs remained and scaling rubble when and where the stairs had fallen. Within a minute he found himself atop a large enough building staring down over the large school bus that protected the entrance to town and out into the waste. Within seconds he saw the muzzle flash of what seemed to easily be a dozen weapons. By the consistency of the flashes Jason concluded that it wouldn't be long until they were in town, they seemed to have plenty of ammo and enough bodies to do some serious damage. He highly doubted this was just a scare tactic. 

Done with scouting Jason tried to formulate a plan in his mind. He couldn't think of anything really though, he had three rounds in his revolver and his trusty combat machete. He was deadly with both but they weren't nearly enough for him to organise a one man attack or defence plan with. He imagined this would simply be a whole lot of chaotic killing and dying until one side ran out of bodies. He hated bandits, especially the ones who attacked towns. He knew survival, he had been learning it his whole life but wiping out some of what little society was left to do it was fucked up. There was more to survival than keeping your life. You had to keep yourself too, if you lost what made you yourself were you truly surviving? Not in anyway that's good he thought. Jason quickly pulled himself together, his mind had a habit of wandering and wondering even in dangerous situations; an outcome of not fearing pain he guessed. With no real plan in mind he ducked down and checked his revolver, swinging out the cylinder and finding the three rounds he knew would be there. Rolling it back in he holstered it once again, deciding instead to pull his machete. Maybe it would be best to kill quietly if he could, and if he couldn't he was a pretty quick draw, hopefully quick enough to save his own life. A whole street in the town went dark as the lights were cut off leaving Jason to wander how on Earth the bandits had made it into town so quickly and fearing worse that they may have had inside men.

Finally prepared to do what he knew he was going to have to do Jason began climbing down the building, being as quiet as he could in order to remain undetected. He came out on the street where the lights had been cut out and had to wait a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. By the time he did so the eerie silence was once again gone, replaced by the sound of gunfire and panic. He crept down the very dark street, keeping as close to the buildings as possible for cover under darkness and concrete if he really needed it. It didn't take him long to spot a couple of the raiders. They were slowly moving down the very same street as he firing into the buildings whenever they saw or imagined movement from within. Luckily their consistent muzzle flashes meant that their eyes had failed to adjust properly to the darkness and they failed to see Jason in the blackest shadows near the walls. Finally the two bandits passed him as he hid in a doorway, now having their backs to him. As quietly but quickly as he could he moved up behind them, raising his machete in the air and bringing it down into the soft part where the shoulder and neck met on the first bandit, letting go of the machete as the body and weapon fell. The other bandit had already registered the danger and was firing in a panic as he spun around. Jason's hand had been going for his revolver since the moment he had pierced the first man and his hand quickly wrapped around the handle. He tore it from it's holster and quickly raised the weapon, pressing it against the second man's ribs and squeezing the trigger. The man dropped as Jason imagined the .38 round bouncing around inside him tearing his internal organs to pieces. 

Aware that the revolver and AK-47 shots would bring more bandits or even friendly bullets his way in the darkness Jason moved as quickly as he could; retrieving his blade from the already dead man's neck and moving again to the second man. He was gurgling and choking on his blood, not having the luck of his heart being pierced like his friend. Jason quickly put him out of his misery; powerfully bringing the blade down through his ribs and destroying his heart. Quickly holstering both of his own weapons Jason picked up the man's AK-47 and smiled. It was a fine weapon. He couldn't admire it any longer however as shots rang out all too close and the rounds flew past his head and hit the buildings behind him. He quickly dropped to one knee and brought the rifle up to his shoulder; aiming directly at his aggressors chest. He squeezed the trigger only to hear the deafening and panic inducing sound of a stoppage. He couldn't think as his life flashed before his eyes.