All posts by Harold Burned-Mane

Jesse shrugged. "I don't know much about it myself, I only came to town after it happened."

He knew about the night of anarchy, as he had heard about it from the locals. But he never bothered to ask about much details of the event. Jericho was only his home out of convenience. The place was filled with refugees from all over and so it was a good place for him to blend in.

"No, from Jericho. The town broke away from the Mormons in New Cannan a while back." Jesse replied.

Jesse overheard their conversation on the memory loss.

As far as he could tell his long-term memory was fine, he remembered much of his youth, the incident, his new life in Jericho and then...waking up in the prison during the escape. The gaps in his memory were only recent. He didn't exactly know how long he had been in that prison. For all he knew it could have been days, weeks, months or longer. It was hard to tell.

Looking at his pipboy's map, Jesse pondered whether he should try heading back to Jericho alone. It was pretty far and the group was heading the other way. He wasn't too enthused about traveling the wasteland on his own, as he wasn't the most apt fighter.

He had wanted to go with Daniel and his crew back home, but it seemed like the man was going to follow the other prisoners to the Mesa.

The doctor sighed. It was dangerous to stick so close to Rangers and Brotherhood, but he had no other choice at the moment. He'd need to play along. Besides, he was kind of curious about what had been done to him at the prison. The thought of someone injecting him full of who knows what, was quite unnerving.

After taking a shower, Jesse grabbed something warm to eat at the fort's mess hall. He wasn't picky about what it was, so long as it was filling.

Jesse had washed himself in one of the corner showers, before putting on his clothes once more. His medical coat was still dirty with blood, but he figured that the could be sorted out later. He chose to keep it on as a matter of habit.

"Are you sure you didn't have that tattoo before you were taken to the prison? Seems weird that whomever kidnapped us branded just one person." Jesse muttered.

After E. had found the Mesa Verde tattoo on herself he had looked over his own body to see if there was any writing on it too, but didn't find anything - much to his relief.

"Chances are you do, you just don't know what to look for. Old needle marks are barely noticeable. I saw some on myself when I was changing back at the prison." Jesse pointed out to Prisoner One.

"I bet the rest of you all have them too. Makes no sense if I was the only one experimented on...unless you were the control subjects." Jesse pondered.

"A shower would be nice." Jesse muttered. He was drenched in sweat from all that running up the mountain and it was bothering him. He didn't mind the communal part at all.

Jesse was a doctor with pretty extensive medical knowledge. But he wasn't the altruistic type so he didn't offer to help the hanged man. Still, his doctor's coat was an obvious indication of his profession.

Jesse did not like being escorted to the Desert Ranger fort. Along the way, he walked up to Daniel.

"You're from New Canaan? I'm from Jericho, I own a small clinic there. When your friends come to collect you think you can convince them to take me along?" He asked.

Jesse sat at a corner. He thought about leaving the group right away, but decided against it since going off on his own without knowing where he was was a bad idea. He'd wait until he was in familiar territory before going off on his own.

He wasn't much of a talker.

Jesse tried to memorize the path they were taking, in case they started going around in circles. He was very observant and had a good memory, so he would probably be able to pull it off.

After recovering from the blinding light, he pointed it towards the deeper part of the cave.

He approached the water and tried to see through it, but to no success.

"Some water, it might lead to an exit somewhere, but it is hard to tell how long it is. It might be impossible to cross without a rebreather." Jesse replied.

"Does anyone have any light?" Jesse asked. He looked deeper into the cave, but it would be hard to navigate it without any light.

That was when he remembered that he had a Pipboy on his wrist now and tried to fiddle with it to turn on its flashlight.

Jesse had followed the group into the cave. Going up the mountain on his own would've just made him an easy target for their pursuers and he honestly had no idea where to go after reaching the top.

"Jesus Christ..!" Jesse yelled as the rocket passed overhead. After being knocked forward, he was covered in dirt and grime from the explosion. His ears ringing, the doctor scrambled to his feet to try to get the hell out of there. Everything else would come second.

Jesse followed, sticking near the middle of the pack so as not to stick out much among the other escaped prisoners.

He kept out of the ensuing firefight, letting the others fired back at their pursuers while he focused all his energy on running. Jesse wasn't out of shape, but he was also not an athlete. He struggled a bit to keep up the run, but the adrenaline in his system due to the life-or-death situation helped keep his feet moving.

Nolan's blood stained a large part of Jesse's white coat. He hesitated for a moment, but continued running. His survivors' instinct kicked in and the doctor cared about nothing more than just getting out of this hell alive.

(Heh)

Jesse wasn't too enthused about being the vanguard of this little group, he wasn't really the reckless type. So he let the others pass him by in the hallway as he would much rather stay safe.

Jesse noticed Asher following him from the corner of his eye. It wasn't of much concert to him, so he continued on his way to the hallway.

While the others were busy talking, Jesse headed out the door and to the hallway, cautiously.

He had his pistol in hand, in case there were any danger there.