CHAPTER ONE: THROUGH THE WORLDS
Me, being the guy I am, I have always wondered other ways to cross, to see, to observe. My idea of peace and relaxation is pretty decent, until I decided to get out. All I had once I left wasn't much to me. I carried on me my archery equipment, a .44 magnum on the side with three boxes of 20 bullets per box, a bottle of wine from 2014, a six pack of good ol' sprite, and a second backpack for everything else I carried or would be soon carrying. I also took my laptop, my phone, and the chargers for both of them, and a mini power generator for charging my electronics.
I'm dressed in an outfit to intimidate people to back off. What I have on is a leather jacket similar to the one on Terminator, a pair of shades with a metallic frame, partially decent jeans, without any holes, and two pairs of T-shirts and shorts. My shoes were black sneakers, while also carrying my indoor shoes in the backpack, and a spare pair of white/gray shoes, also in the 'pack.
Walking through the town I thought to myself, 'This is going to be a long time, for a long way.'
By about 12:44 PM, I was in no mood to ponder my position but to only acquaint myself with a solid reflection of my troubles. My troubles being that I got no destination, no mind of thought, and most importantly, no next step. I sat down on the curb, but quickly got up and ran as a police car was coming, then went behind a building and just sat for two minutes and kept on going.
At 12:58 PM, I was nearing a Shell gas station and quietly sneaked in, taking about 20 dollars and a coke. Obviously, I didn't want much to begin with, but I didn't want to waste my stuff on useless necessities. Skipping over to around 8:30 PM, I didn't know where the hell I was. I was in a middle of a building complex with streets, roads, and alleys. I decided to go into one of those alleys and just relax. Calm myself down from the troubles I have done, even though I didn't do anything.
I loaded my gun first, and began to organize some trash along with a couple of cardboard boxes to form a cheap house. I slid inside, ignoring the coldness of dark from the outside; I slide myself in and finally, truly relaxed. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Oh my dreams being in shock of what's happening, I knew I was never going to get anything, why bother, I'll basically become a hobo and, eh, I forgot the rest since I began to wake up.
Once I did wake up, I saw an entirely different view from what I saw before I went to sleep. Something was wrong of course; instead of being in a cardboard trash house in a two building alley, I was sitting under a thick, tall tree, on a patch of grass, in an entrance to a prairie on my left. It was peaceful and quiet with no traffic or people. I wasn't certain how, where or even when I got here but I simply looked around and spotted a dirt pathway to my right.
Seeing the pathway, I told myself, "Well, this I'm sure is not Kansas."
I looked unto the path and saw something crawl in the distance toward the right. It looked like a giant tomato worm crawling under a bush, but, wait, giant? I wasn't sure what I just saw, but I'm not about to stand around or go look at it to try to find out what the hell it is. Looking in front of me was the path that went in two directions. It went to the right and to the left. To me it was one huge gamble, yet to someone who knows this area, where ever it is, they would know it inside and out; it would be a point and shoot.
I decided to go to the left like the Doctor Who episode "Turn Left", since who knows what could happen now. Starting off for about two minutes, I see a large purple butterfly flying in the distance. Now, I knew something was wrong by a longshot. There is no way that the butterfly there was that big since it look break most physics, with the size of its body and wings. The problem was when I walked up to the butterfly to take a good look at it, the thing casted a large shadow over me which showed how big it was. Not only that, but it looked at me with a confused tilt and screeched an, "Eeeeeee?"
I looked in shock screaming, "Holy shit!"
I never seen this phenomenon before and I shot off running as fast as possible to my left down the path. I never thought it could talk, nevertheless if it could do that, then I would need some actual answers.
