07-05-2018, 03:52 PM
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In the year he was born, hunting animals were basically nonexistent. If anything, humans were starting to hunt down the alien race that was trying to kill them. One could say that was horrible, but the humans didn't start the Great War, the aliens did. So, instead of worrying about trapping animals for food, all of Earth's resources turned toward fueling the military, their own form of defense. He guessed that one good thing came from it was that other countries started to work together just so that they weren't going to kill one another. Of course, there were insurrectionists that were willing to flip the war on its head by not only attacking the aliens but other humans in the mass amount of chaos. That had been some of the few missions that Project Freelancer had been allowed to do on top of everything else. Either way, no one had to hunt for their food when everything was being processed in large factories. No one cared where their food came from as long as they were able to stay alive. MRE's sometimes in the middle of nowhere could almost be considered to be luxuries on those that managed to get their hands on them.
There was also less of a population on Earth after the aliens did attack, decimating an entire city almost leaving nothing left. But Earth was defended and that's what mattered in the end. Washington hadn't realized how long it had been since he was on Earth, until he realized that he was indeed on Earth at this very moment. It pissed him off because everything here was different and wrong. A planet that had been at war was going to at least show signs that it had indeed been in a war. He should be seeing cities everywhere, but instead, he was only seeing one building that was the observatory. He just hoped that whatever the explosion had done to him on his ship to get him here wasn't going to be permanent and that there was going to be a way back out of all of this. He just had to have a little faith. Faith that was always fleeting. Maybe he had been a little bit obsessive in that regard on doing whatever he can to get himself back. Right now though, the armored smilodon was walking through the forested portion of the territory. It was his daily patrols.
He made sure to constantly stick on a strict schedule, a schedule that no one else was really keeping tabs on because he didn't tell anyone exactly what his schedule was. He knew that his hallucinations were getting worse though due to his lack of sleep. Part of him believed that he could overpower said hallucinations through sheer will. Which wasn't correct, but he was going to try anyway. He was working on 2 hours asleep, which he believed to be acceptable in his current state. The male wasn't able to catch scents as easily though with the way that he wore his helmet. Instead, he was able to hear what was going on, and it sounded like something had happened. The voice was unfamiliar, except for maybe one. That could be both a good or bad thing, as there was a lot to do near the borders of this place if he was going to come across other's that were like him. The lion-sized animal began to trot in the direction of where he heard the panicked voice. Had someone died?
Not like it would matter all that much to him, as he came onto the scene. The situation having concluded itself, as he looked at a cat and Suiteheart. Well, that seemed to be okay now. He still couldn't smell the scent of blood that was in the air thanks to his helmet. His golden eyes though were able to catch sight of something that was familiar. Metal. Thin. He turned his large head to look down at the snare. His heart leaped into his chest. Snares were made by humans. The armored male made his way over toward where the snare was at, using his paw to carefully lift it up and make sure that he wasn't going to potentially get trapped in it as well. "This is a human trap..." Agent Washington muttered to himself mostly, but it was still loud enough for everyone else to hear. "Are these found here quite often?" Increased human activity on Earth was a good thing. But he still didn't understand who would set a trap like this. He wasn't able to tell how exactly fresh it was. His question was directed toward either Gordon or Suiteheart, whoever was willing to answer him. He needed to find these humans, as maybe they could give him some hints as to what was happening on this planet. "speech"
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