Jason was born on a waning crescent moon at 1:30 am on February 1993 to his single mother Eliza in the Baylor University Medical Center downtown Dallas. she was alone due to being thrown out of the house by her father for getting pregnant before marriage. with very little money she was forced to go back to her day job at a local bar, leaving Jason in the care of the hospital. that is till his grandfather couldn't stand the thought of his little girl and newly born grandson out on the streets so he drove down in his new jeep wrangler and loaded what minuscule bit of personal belongings out of Eliza's friend's house and back to his ranch in the south coast of Texas. it wasn't the largest like the Jones ranch an hour drive away but still substantial. As he aged Jason started seeing grandpa joe as a replacement father so even when his mother went back to school and got her degree in teaching he spent the majority of his time helping around the ranch. whether it was helping feed young Calfs (or having to chase down the odd runaway one) or helping keep the javelina away from the herd with the help of grandpops hunting dogs.
by the time he reached the schooling age he was what most people would consider a cowboy kid the kind who would walk around with his jeans collared shirt, rawhide boots and a large belt buckle he won at his latest rodeo and would often boast how he was able to do so well at wrestle that steers so quickly. as much as he bragged about his ranch skills schooling was almost the exact opposite he had below average grades in English and math which lead him to get tested finding out he had a form of dyslexia in both those areas. he often joked that the Lord gave took those skills and replaced them with more useful ones. most girls didn't give Jason much of an thought till he joined the football team during the summer of 7th grade the team didn't win much but that did very little to ruin Jasons can do Christian attitude.
to celibate, the end of the season joe and Jason decided to head out on a hunting trip in the northwest of Arizona on horseback both armed with bolt action hunting rifles and a day worth of food each it was rather uneventful when a Jason spotted a deer on the crest of the ridge. he tried to shake his grandfather awake but he pushed Jason off telling him to go back to sleep. so Jason grabbed his bag and his rifle then mounted his horse and started off to where he had seen the deer but he was unable to see anything the only evidence that a deer had been through was a set of hoof prints leading alongside a canyon. even those didn't give much information on where to go from there. he started to give up and head back to camp when his horse started to freak out and bucked his rider off and he fell into the canyon feeling his rifle go flying. the whole world spun and tumbled and quickly and painfully come to a stop. the wind was knocked clean out of him when he came too the sun was already high above him he felt dizzy and overheated. he rolled over onto his back and struggled to get his footing he looked around and located his rifle laying in a couple of feet away he grabbed it and started back up the canyon as he crested the ridge, he spotted the deer that started the whole thing, Jason raised his rifle and fired killing the deer. the look on his grandfathers face when he walked back into camp was one of the greatest things he saw to that point and made him feel proud.
highschool was a lot of the same dating girls breaking up with them or them breaking up with him passing test failing them the only major things that happened in his eyes was his mother marrying a realtor named Steven and his younger brother James being born but soon it was all in the back of his mind he had to worry about passing school and what he would do with his life during his senior year he gave up on football and started to study wildlife and photography and took an affinity to it leading to Jason passing school in the upper middle of his class. his grandfather being more of a father then his stepfather told him to come work for him and they would utilize his talent with a camera and they would go hunting in other countries, he can take his camera and document the trips Jason seeing no downsides agreed. they traveled to Africa Canada Mexico and the latest adventure lead them to Russia. Traveling through Russia on a hunting trip seemed like it could be a perfect trip the landscape was breathtaking it was truly like another world the photos he took would sell and the trophies he took would look great on his wall when they got back but things turned south extremely fast when his grandfather took a wrong step and fell shattering his leg Jason and the party helped Joe to their range rover and they sped to the nearest hospital just across the border in a country named Chernarus the mountain range (the black mountains) they were camping on ran through both countries The doctors did what they could for the leg but they were swamped by others who were hurt. everything happened so quickly when the infected pouring to the hospital his grandfather being killed when they breached the room and he stopped them from getting to his grandson. members of the police pulled Jason out of the hospital and onto the street telling him to run. life hit him like a ton of bricks he was alone without a clue what to do the whole country seemed to be after him all he had was his rifle and his camera
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