The wind blew around the trees violently. Camp Crystal Lake hadn’t experienced this bad a storm since ‘93. Jason rushed toward the plants he had placed in the ground and raised. He thought back to a time he had to be rid of those stupid teenagers who trampled upon them. They make great fertilizer. He looked down at the poor plants struggling to stay up due to the force of the powerful wind. He grabs the potted plants one by one into his cabin in the woods to keep them safe. He had a green thumb, pretty sure both his thumbs are green and that’s not from his parshly deformed body. All he could do for the plants in the ground was pray. He did his best to cover them from the hail. His head was already fucked, mentally and physically there was no need for him to protect himself. He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some sort of pain that caused him to wince. For big boy Jason tho all he wanted to do was make his mom proud. She had a green thumb herself. Peony’s being her favorite. He swore to protect the gentler things in life. Glancing over the the plants in his care he smiled softly knowing they’re safe.