Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be transported to another world and see the places that you once thought were nothing but fantasy?
Now imagine that you weren't alone perhaps a town full of people, an entire country, or even a city.
Let me tell you it's not a good thing.
I want you to look at all of those shows, comics, mangas, and books then you will see that they all have something in common.
No matter how advanced the current empire is, for some reason, the world is always in danger.
Now with that piece of information, I want you to imagine that you and everyone with you didn't get any of those cool powers.
Doesn't sound fun anymore, does it?
If you are reading this then either you got into my stuff or I'm dead either way, I hope that you enjoy this story.
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He looked at the city as he took in a deep breath and filled his lungs with cold air.
He was forced to rub his arms and legs so that he could remove the slime that covered them, the city had changed a lot, and while he didn't like some of the changes he had to admit that some were welcomed.
When this whole mess started everyone argued about who was in charge of what or who was just in charge and everyone was quick to separate themselves into their own groups.
That lasted less than a month because when the monsters found the city, everyone was forced to help each other survive.
Everyone who had any experience with weapons or knew how to fight was forced to help the person that they swore to kill.
And in case you want to ask, no one knows how long we were fighting, we just know that somewhere along the line the monsters stopped showing up.
There was no feast or party to celebrate our victory because we hadn't won anything, if anything we felt completely defeated, and everything felt so hollow.
We were all shaken by the experience and there was hardly anyone who didn't see someone die in front of them or lost someone that they cared about during the attack.
We started to rebuild what was broken but we were forced to stop when the barbarians attacked.
We didn't know if we could win, and in all honesty, we expected to lose, and to our surprise. We didn't lose, but the only reason that we won was because the Barbarians had never seen a gun before.
We had no way of keeping any of the barbarians as prisoners and the risk that their tribe, families, or whatever their group called itself would want to avenge them if they killed any of the prisoners was high.
So in the end they just let the barbarians go, it was probably the wrong decision, but what else could we do?
Most of the food and water had been eaten or poisoned by the monsters, and whatever progress we made fixing the things that were destroyed was gone
So we did the only thing that we could do and hoped that our attackers would leave us alone.
So now I sit here looking at the city as I keep watch.
My post isn't anything luxurious and in all honesty, there are few if any people who would want to switch places with me.
It's my job to make sure that no one suspicious gets past my checkpoint, unfortunately, the area that was entrusted to me is something that at least a six-man team should be doing.
Hanging from my belt are ten homemade grenades each one is different from the last, so they don't react the same way and that means that if I ever want to use any of them, I'll be forced to use a different method every time.
I take one last look at the city before I turn and start to walk into the high grass, it's going to take me six months to reach my destination and another six to come back.
On my back is a semi-automatic rifle but if you ask me what type of gun it is, I have no idea. I've heard of an AK-47 but I have no idea if that's the name of the gun that I was given.
You may have noticed that I didn't mention any supplies like food or water and that's because I wasn't given any, there just wasn't enough to go around.
So to survive I have to rely on, a box of matches, a pocket lighter, a machete, and a survival manual that I'll be forced to read while I walk.
My mission is simple. Cut down as much grass as I can, write down anything interesting that I find along the way, kill anything or anyone that's a threat to the city, and scratch a mark on the tree before I get to come back home.
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I don't even know how long it has been since the last time that I was able to sit down and rest, the grass is so high that I might just start calling them trees.
I can't help but laugh at that, the things may be big, but they're light and so thin that it's hardly any effort to cut through them.
Still, there's so much that I have to do that I haven't been able to make any real progress.
When I was told that I had to do the job, the scouts told me that I didn't need to open a big path, I just needed to cut open a path so that a single person could walk without any problems because I would never finish if I tried to make a road.
The sun is still out, so I haven't run into any of the creatures that I have heard during the night and it's only been out of luck that I haven't run into any of them.
The tree that I'm headed to, isn't the largest or fanciest tree. It doesn't have any special flowers or fruit, it's just a tree that's no different from every other tree.
The only real difference that separates it from the rest of the trees in the forest, is the red paint that the scouts put on it.
In the past I as well as everyone else in the city would have thought that doing something was pointless and perhaps it still is, considering that once the high grass ends the forest begins.
the fire that I started is being kept alive by the dead grass that the scouts cut down when they were exploring the area, but it's barely enough to keep the fire burning through the night.
The combination of moisture and wind makes keeping the fire difficult, and more than once, I've been forced to run into the grass, so that I could hide from something that was attracted to the light.
the sun is starting to go down and with nothing else to do, I open the book that I was given and start to read from where I stopped the night before.
I wonder if my dad's okay, he has my brothers and sisters to look out for him, but I can't help but worry about him because he loves to drink and everything has been so chaotic that even the smallest mistake could be his end.
He isn't a bad person it's because of him that my family was able to survive until now, but that's only because he wasn't drunk during the chaos.
The sound of something moving behind me catches my attention and I can't help but drop the book before I pick up my gun and aim at whatever is behind me.
I can't help but widen my eyes in disbelief because a girl is standing in front of me, she is covered in mud, her hair is a mess and to put it bluntly, she looks like a mess.
Still, I can't afford to put my guard down, even in my old world people used the damsel in distress trick to make their targets lower their guard.
We look at each other for a long moment and I ignore the sounds of the water falling on the fire I can see how scared she is and her eyes seem to be begging me to have mercy on her.
I slowly lowered my weapon and signaled her to come close and I watched as she sat close to the fire before she lifted her hands so that she could keep them from freezing.
Neither of us said anything and for the rest of the night, we just listened to the sounds of the world around us.
I didn't even read my somewhat boring book because I couldn't risk having her steal my gun or machete.
Some people would say that I should worry about her killing me, but it's a world filled with monsters and people who attack other people without reason, and worrying about something like that is pointless.
What a person has to worry about now, i living their life as comfortably as they can, because anything that makes your life easier, is also keeping you alive.