Jack Wesker

Formerly an illegal racer, afterwards a horror writer, husband and father. Lost everything in the roaring end. Now a wastelander in a Postapocalyptic world...

"Whatever happened to Jack Wesker?"

The young writer woke up at dawn after a disturbing nightmare. His wife, Virginia, lay next to him sleeping soundly. After wiping the sweat from his brow, Jack looked at his reflection. He was a few years older and his face showed marks of pain and madness.

The background was not his bathroom, but a blighted place whose sun scorched all life. When he woke up, it was in the barn where he had been living when the end happened.

Jack’s dark brown hair was bleached on the sides, like his old man back in Australia. The garage workshop used to be the barn of country club, but now it held tools and barrels.

It had been several years since Charger City was scorched away by whatever it was that blasted the world.

The writer's memories stopped when he heard a knock on the parched wooden door, followed by a female voice.

“Jack, you there? Jorge called a meeting.”

PS: Thanks to my mate @Daezarkian for the editing.