That afternoon, Jason noticed Henry rummaging around the car, searching for something.He watched for a while—Henry was running around like a headless chicken—and finally couldn't hold back.
Walking over, Jason patted Henry's arm and asked, puzzled, "What are you looking for?"
Henry turned to him, scratched his head sheepishly, and grinned."I'm trying to find a weapon," he said."I see you guys using guns, but honestly, I don't like them. I want something bigger. Heavier. Feels more natural for me."
"A weapon?" Jason raised an eyebrow, surprised."Why the sudden interest?"
Henry had been incredibly helpful with the heavy lifting lately—moving supplies almost single-handedly.It was like having three extra people.But now, the idea of him wielding a weapon was… concerning.Jason pictured Henry waving a massive axe around and shook his head. Guns looked tiny in Henry's giant hands; anything bigger might just be too clumsy to use effectively.
Besides, Jason realized another issue: their melee weapons were basic—just machetes and baseball bats.Not very reliable when it came to tougher fights.
He glanced over at Dale, who was busy tinkering with a car engine, and suddenly had an idea.Jason's eyes lit up.
"I'll take care of the weapon situation," Jason said, clapping his hands. "I'll find something perfect for you."
Determined, he pulled Dale away from his repairs and called Rick, Shane , and a few others over for a meeting.
"You want to make your own weapons?" Shane repeated, incredulous. "That's… a little far-fetched."
Everyone looked at Jason skeptically. Sure, making weapons sounded cool, but it wasn't as simple as hammering some junk together. Weapons needed balance, good weight, and solid design—otherwise they were just dangerous to the user.
Jason understood their doubts but stayed calm.
"Think about it," he said. "We have guns, but our melee weapons? They're weak. A machete might work on a rotten zombie, but against a fresher one, the blade gets stuck in the skull or bones. That hesitation could get someone killed."
He spoke from experience.Once, while hacking at a zombie, his machete had gotten jammed, leaving him defenseless for crucial seconds.
The inspiration had struck from an old game Jason had played—where players could craft weapons from simple parts.If it worked in a game, maybe it could work here too.
Just then, as if answering his thoughts, a notification flashed in Jason's mind:
Skill Update: Random Skills enhanced — Design Mastery unlocked!
Jason could hardly believe it.He grinned to himself like a fool, excitement bubbling up.
Across from him, the others exchanged glances. Jason had been acting a little weird lately—laughing at nothing, smiling like he knew some private joke.
Rick leaned in and whispered to Shane , "Maybe we should get Jenner to check him out. You know, just in case."
Shane nodded seriously. Better safe than sorry.
Meanwhile, Jason was already deep in thought, dreaming up blueprints for the first real weapons their group would build.