I never made direct contact with anyone, only for food, water, or directions. I spent years trying to find a way out of this Multiverse, back to my own.
Then I saw this universe, almost having the same technology from where I came from, I was attracted to it. I jumped in the universe, expecting mechanical wonders as far as the eye can see.
I landed in the middle of a wasteland.
This place looked like it was torn down by war. I looked around, finding no life. Losing hope, I decide to make camp in the middle of the crossroad.
Finding bits of wood, I grouped them together into a cluster and made a fire. "God, this world looked better at the picture." I said, rubbing my hands together as I looked around me, for anything that might prove harmful to me. Grabbing my bag, I pulled out a notebook and a pencil, and started writing.
'Oh, have I told you who I am? Well, you could call be Bismuth. I was trapped in this Multiverse due to an event that took place hundreds of years ago. Well, longer than that. Almost a thousand. Ever wonder why I haven't aged a single bit? Well, time in this Multiverse seems to be a bit...out of whack.
I am unable to age, even just a single bit.
However, I am not completely immortal. I could get hurt. Be killed. Get sick. Die. Maimed. Murdered. Poisoned.
Mortality is still possible and is a very grim reality in this Multiverse.
Back to my story. So, I was sent to this Multiverse by an event that took place less than a thousand years ago, and I have been trying to get back to my own home ever since.
Days of walking turned into weeks.
Weeks of traveling turned into months.
Months of wandering turned into years.
Decades turned into centuries.
Centuries turned into almost a millennia.
I lost count after five hundred years or so.
Well...the thing is, I don't know if time flows in parallel with ours. Time is like a river, which has different speeds of currents.
Getting off track again?
Fine. I'll just skip to recent events.
My organization, The Hexagon, was a very powerful one. Mainly relying on Void weaponry, it has defeated its enemies and had gone a straight way to the top. Ruling over it's territory with an iron fist, they were a force to be reckoned with. However, due to their obsession with more power, progress, and achievements, they have organized and funded a group of doctors, thinkers, inventors, specialists and scientists to create a device, which could enable a simple man to travel through time and space, breaking through the barriers of Universes, and traveling to others.
Now, the Hexagon has already achieved inter-universal travel. Heck, they even have discovered five different Multiverses next to theirs. Before, scientists theorized that a Multiverse is an infinite group of universes, clustered together.
The Hexagon proved that theory, plus, they had discovered another unknown fact! There were even more Multiverses! Some far away, some close enough for us to jump.
Driven by their lust of power, they had invaded the five Multiverses with immense speed and firepower. Three of which had fallen easily to the clutches of the Hexagon, whilst the other two put up fierce resistance.
In an attempt to thwart the rebellion against their colonization, they have created numerous weapons and devices to aid them in their conquest.
And so, came the Quantum.
The device has been created to help our infantry have an upper edge in battle. Hah, imagine armies of soldiers, appearing out of nowhere! It was the perfect weapon for infiltration, assault, defense, reinforcement, transportation, and retreat. A successful prototype could pave the way to immortal power.
However, progress did not come without sacrifice. Yes, the watch has succeeded in testing. It has been implemented and made a common requirement for battle. However, in the last stages of development, a surprise attack has crippled the Hexagon greatly, every single test subject and volunteer were unintentionally transported to random parts of the Multiverse...along with the prototypes with them.
Fortunately, more than enough of the lost soldiers, agents, and scientists have been found, and the test was considered a success. However, those who were still stranded in their situation is left to fend for themselves; to survive and try to find a way back to their home.
We were forgotten. We were abandoned.
And that's how I got stuck in this miserable place. Here I am, traveling from universe to universe, finding any way to get back home for almost a millennia.'
I looked around me, finding nothing but rubble and rusted metal. I stood up, and went towards a random direction. Turning around corners without thinking, I eventually found myself standing in front of a wall. "Mountain Glenn…" I read out loud, the words having printed in white on the wall. A second text painted in black overlapping the white text read 'Keep Out!'.
Something must've happened in this place to get this large city into this much destruction. Not wanting to stay much longer, I began to walk back to the crossroad where I had made my fire. Seeing that it's nearly exhausted it's supply, I decided to gather more wood to feed the fire.
After collecting the much needed wood, I began to carry it back to the fire. Placing bits of small kindling at a time, before placing large bits of timber on top afterwards caused the fire to light much easier.
Before I could even sit down, I then heard a loud, deafening roar from a distance. I took my weapon, a standard SL-12 Silencer given to us at the armory.
'Want a basic description?
It's a white rifle, capable of firing armor-piercing ammunition or other types of ammunition at high speeds. It has an integrated suppressor, capable of masking report to about forty decibels.'
I looked around, wary of my surroundings. The crackle of the fire was the only thing that calmed me. Being in the open in the middle of an unknown wasteland troubled me. Maybe this was the time I would finally die.
I shook my head. Fuck no, I'll fight this beast, whatever it is. After ten minutes of silence, I decided to calm down a little bit.
I waited a few minutes more, and there it was again. A loud roar, similar to the first one.
A large, black creature stood in the cover of darkness. Standing in attention, it sniffed at the air, maybe picking up a scent. Well then, I hope that it wasn't my musk that he detected.
He then roared once more, now at my direction. It looked at me, and I looked at it. We stared at each other for a few minutes, before it decided to charge right towards me. The word Beowolf suddenly popped up in my head as I saw the monstrous beast run toward me. Taking no chances, I removed the magazine attached to my weapon, removing the bullets with normal armor piercing capabilities and replaced them with Void ammunition.
I loaded a bullet into the chamber, and stood firm. The creature stopped in front of me, then stood with it's hind legs. The light of the fire illuminated the beast brightly, the white, bone like spines on it's body shined as the light bounced off them. The face of the creature had red markings, which softly glowed in the darkness with their eyes.
It emitted a roar once more, before swiping its paw at me. I rolled to the right, barely avoiding the claws as it passed by. I crouched on the ground, and pointed the gun at the beast. I aimed, the iron sight pointing directly at it's head. I placed my finger neatly on the trigger, waiting to be pulled.
May Zephos have mercy on my soul.
Author's Notes: (Arma parato fero.)
Hello! As you may well have known, that the start of this story has taken place in Mountain Glenn.
Also, tell me if I had made any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors that I may have overlooked. Thank you, and have a good day/night.