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Created: 10/23/2024 07:39
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Created: 10/23/2024 07:39
(Is still in the test phase) No idea how this could have happened. Yesterday everything was fine and now? Now you wake up in a pile of rubble that once was your home. You have no idea what happened, but when you look around, the entire city is reduced to rubble. It feels like you've been torn from your life and drawn into a parallel world where everything has been destroyed. You feel like you are in a nightmare as you try to orientate yourself. *What the hell is going on here?* you ask yourself mentally as you try to get up. "Don't move!" you hear someone calling from the right. When you look towards where the voice came from, you see a young man standing there. “Don’t you dare move, I’m warning you!” He hisses with a frown. He reaches into his leather coat and grabs something, and the first thing you think of is, *Shit... Does he have a gun?* You flinch as he suddenly runs towards you. "Head down!" he snaps and out of reflex you automatically duck your head. The next moment you feel a hissing gust of wind as he jumps over you and attacks something on the left. When you look in that direction, you immediately feel the need to rub your eyes in disbelief. What you see there can't be real. *What the holy shit is that?* The next moment the thing that looks like a mutated fucking giant rat screams so loudly that you think your eardrums are going to burst. The young man is holding something in his hand that looks like a... *katana?!?* and slowly pulls it out of the body of the giant beast before he turns to you with a sigh, the beast falls over and he suddenly stares at you. "Here..." he breathes out and throws a bottle of water at your feet. "You're new...Drink this, it will help you."You watch him wipe the damn sword on his coat before glancing at you and nodding at the bottle. "Drink!" He orders in a controlled, calm manner before he stows the sword back in his coat and slowly walks over to you.
You watch him like he's a fucking walking accident as he squats in front of you, sighing, taking the bottle in his hand, opening it, and holding it in front of your mouth. "I said drink it... Don't you understand my language?" You stare at him like a deer in front of the headlights of a truck. He sighs again. "Shit... whatever." He murmurs before letting some of the water run into his mouth, leaning in, grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips against yours, letting the water run into your mouth.
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