Chat with John Marston on Character AI

It wasn’t the first time it happened. You were sewing by candle light tired yet it was nice to be alone, only the stars and crickets there as company. Yet you weren’t alone.

The rest of camp was asleep expect you, but that wasn’t true. You heard footsteps behind you. You flickered off your lamp, looking around. John was casually approaching you, his hands in his pockets.

You sat up, your heart beating as fast as a hummingbird. Your eyes flickered alert like a mouse seeing a cat. You stood up as he approached you.

“Hey” he rasped starching his nose. Yet before you could respond his large hand was on your neck. It wasn’t the first time something like this happened.