First-person P.O.V

When I woke up I saw I was surrounded by a thick forest, trying to remember what happened before this my head started paining as flashbacks about war and destroyed cities came to mind.

"MOM!, ...DAD!,...KASUMI!" I shouted while looking around frantically trying to find my way out and find them after searching and getting lost for a few minutes with my hopes and morals already down I fell on my knees and broke down crying, after a while, I said " No.. no ...mom wouldn't do this, she wouldn't cry she would find a way to get to me, I know she would"

After a while of drying my tears and giving myself a confidence boost to find out if they were alive or not I started walking in a straight line with a mission on my mind.

After walking the whole day looking around I started getting thirsty and hungry with my stomach growling and my mouth parched I stumbled across a bush full of red berries...' should I eat it ' I pondered 'what type of berries is this ' looking around and trying to spot if there aren't any other berries I gained a depressing mood as I crouched with my head in my knees ' why didn't school teach about survival... especially berries ' as comically tears ran down my face 'Oh yeah ...war happened' I deadpanned.

"Well worst case scenario I poop my insides out and die ...or I just ...die " I stopped and blinked, and signed " why didn't someone wake up with me to test this out " after sometime pacing, debating, stomach growling and me getting into arguments with myself I bit the bullet and ate one and after tasting it, a rich flavour hit my tongue and I started gobbling every berry in sight not realising how hungry I was, red juice started staining my mouth and white t-shirt and began sticking to my skin after a few more dozen berries and my hunger a little tamed I started looking for river preferably one close to the berries

Not far away I started hearing running water and ran towards it not stopping at all to make sure everything was okay, I dunked half of my upper body into it and just started gulping mouthful after mouthful, breaking free of the water I fell backwards sprawled out breathing heavy and after a few mins of resting with the sun already starting to set, I started gathering dry grass and wood and being glad my dad taught my how to make a fire from scratch the sun had already sat and my hands aching with scratches and cuts my fire was up and burning with the day over I gathered big rocks from the river, and packed them nicely around my fire and threw in the last of my wood, I lay next to it with my thoughts about my family worrying about them knowing how I tired I turned in expecting tomorrow being a little easier than today

The next day

I woke to notice I didn't get any nightmares about the war meaning I was too tired to even dream, well good for me as I stood up, stretching starting the morning on a positive note I released my body fluids in a bush, I walked over to the river to wash my face I bend down and what I saw wasn't the face of 19 years old me but the face of my 12-year-old self I screamed and crawled backwards almost having a heart attack, slowly crawling to the river I looked again in the river and yes as expected my 12-year-old face, black short hair and coal like eyes starred back at me.

Standing up I started pacing having a panic attack " How did this happen " I panicked wide eye still pacing my legs gave out from under me and I sat down with my nerves shooked trying to wrap my head around this, I lay down with my forearms over my eyes trying to come to terms with this "okay.. okay... I'm in a strange space I've deaged

back to my awkward phase" I stopped for a moment, processing and comically cried " awww man I use to be so cool as a 19-year-old" after more than enough self-pitting and coming more or less to terms with it my stomach started growingly again ' and you again ' I deadpan

Standing up I started gathering broken vines laying on the floor and started sowing them into a nice little basket after some time I had 2 baskets both with lids on I took a break and rested a little and started thinking back on how my life turned out over the years with World war three starting on my 17 year birthday, and some of my friends dying and my other family scattered all over the world, my mother not wanting me to fight in the war we started travelling from place to place hiding, sneaking, learning and experiencing things no one should experience with my first kill happening when I was 18 trying to protect my family.

We started moving north away from the west where most of the war was happening, we were travelling with a small group moving the same way.

When we rested the night thinking it was safe, bandits started attacking our camp we fought back hard with me getting a bullet in my arm and thigh and two men dying on our side and my Dad getting 2 bullets in one of his thighs and a third in his shoulder I was the only most functioning male on the team with morals low, I lead my group to somewhere safe after treating my dad to his injuries by cauterizing his wounds we knew it wasn't any safer there.

later we came to a hidden village after explaining our situation and getting help we offered them our protection or in other words our weapons and taught them how to defend themselves they took us in and my father was looked after properly by the village doctor.

I shook my head getting rid of the depressing thoughts and gathered my baskets and took them over to the river after carefully placing them between rocks, one upstream and one downstream I went back to the red berry bush picking some trying to fight most of my hunger down, waiting for my fish to be caught I started looking around trying to get familiar with the forest.

After some time exploring and finding dry wood which I brought back to my little camp I started setting one by one down, just as about to put down the last one which was the heaviest I sharply turned around to defend myself and before I could do anything I was hit behind in my neck but before I lost consciousness all I saw was a white mask with what looked like a face of an animal

Third person P.O.V

"It would seem suspect has above what age suggest instincts and somewhat survival skills ...with the ability to teleport" came the empty cold response from the person who just attacked the boy who was sprawled out in front of him after picking him up and disappearing into the trees, 2 figures was walking past the scene unknowingly to what just happened with the short one wearing an orange and blue jumpsuit with blond hair and the tall one wearing a green kimono and matching pants with white hair.

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