Interesting idea, if I do say so myself.
I watched the movie The Grey a while ago, and since it was so freaking cool, I'm gonna try out this story.
How many years had it been?
Running to the edge of the world had seemed a good idea at the time. Running from his problems was not something he'd ever thought he'd do, but there you go. Having every single person you've ever loved die in front of your eyes gets old really fast.
Distance was the key. From his home, from his friends.
How many years had it been?
He'd lost count after the so-called Dark Ages.
A flicker of movement in the snow.
It was hard, at first, moving on. Especially crossing the Pacific. During a hurricane. On foot. Man, that was tough.
Landing in what would eventually become California was a breath of fresh air. The native people there didn't really understand his language, but were nice enough. Maybe walking on water up to the shore might have had something to do with that.
Another flicker. Grey fur, white fur. Wolves.
He'd moved on, like he always did. First east, across the mountains and plains. He'd settled on the coast, on a long island. Then new people came across the sea. Back towards the west, then north.
Somewhere quiet where he could survive and be alone.
One staying, one running. Moving quick towards food.
The wild animals didn't bother him that much, except for that one wolf pack that just wouldn't leave him alone. A few wolf heads served to remind them of what was in the little log cabin and what would happen if they intruded on his territory.
Then the people came.
There had been natives there before, who he avoided. Then the new people got it into their heads that because they wanted the land, it belonged to them. He stayed well clear of both parties. He wasn't a hero anymore, and he damn sure wasn't going to act like one.
Food is people. I protect people. Therefore, I protect food. Brilliant.
Being anonymous wasn't easy at the rate the new people ate up all the natural resources. Always looking for new trees to chop or animals to hunt. Most recently, they were looking for oil.
And he was getting tired of being alone. It was boring.
The wolf ran forward across the snow towards the back of an oil drilling team.
Looking down the sight of his rifle, Naruto Uzumaki fired a single shot.
This is just a teaser, so stay tuned for new chapters.