The land of the dead - 01
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Though it won't be made known for a long while, Tom was the one who had arrived here first. Admittedly, his moment of transition remained a bit blurry: one moment he was starring at some little blonde that began to hang around his mate Connor a lot, and the next he was lying flat on his back on something hard, staring upwards into the clear blue sky, bereft of everything save for clouds, and the sun, and an occasional pterosaur or three...
Needless to say, it was the last part that caused Tom to get onto his feet and open his eyes wider than ever. "What the," he began to say, "what the-"
A pebble slipped from beneath his shoe, causing Tom to stumble and almost fall flat on his face. "Whoa!" was all he was able to say when he recovered his equilibrium. "This is some rough country, man!"
Slowly, Tom got back on his feet, looking around. He was in some wild country, sitting, or rather standing – on a side of a mountain range, the lower slopes of which were covered in a prehistoric-looking forest that stretched almost to the very horizon, though it seemed to thin-out somewhat further away from the mountains.
"Freaky," was all that Tom could mutter, as he proceeded to look behind him. "Oh, and so is this!"
'This' actually was a cave, whose opening gaped like a dark mouth in the side of a mountain. Therefore, feeling rather cautious, but also curious, Tom made his way to it and beyond. It was empty and dry, with a sandy floor and a relatively low ceiling. It was also relatively short and uninhabited. In short, Tom liked it, he liked it a lot.
"I probably should go out, see if there are anyone else like me," he spoke to himself, "but I should probably start tomorrow morning instead. For today and tonight I should probably gather firewood in the forest that grows below...and maybe some branches for bedding?"
Needless to say, that that was exactly what Tom did and would continue to do so for a long while. However, every night he would light-up a signal fire (he saw them once or twice in a western-style movie), and would wait for a reply.
It would be a long time until he would get one.
To be continued...