04-25-2021, 10:33 PM
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©tikki
The last waking moment that Sam ever actually had was been shipped off to god knows where in the middle of when the world went to shit for the first time. The assumed first world war, where it would have ended in a couple of years has most had assumed or predicated it would. Where the world powers had ran out of reasons to kill one another, or loosing more and more generations has the war progressed.
Now this was different, and he knew that something was pretty much wrong. Because from what he rememebered, he didn't die. It has been at least one hundred years since the start of what should have been prevented but of course the world would have been very different if what had happened hadn't happened, but that was a spiral down a dark rabbit hole, which no one should ever go down into.
Shaking his head slightly, the wolf dog made his way down what he could recall as idealistic and familiar, but so similar and unfamilar at the same damn time. He was making his way from the woods, not sure where his paws were leading him, somewhere that had people, although he was not sure of where or how he was going to reach it. At least someone that looked like him right?
This had to be a dream, right?
It didn't register in his head that he should probably stop, he was looking for someone. A familar someone, someone that he used to know.
Now this was different, and he knew that something was pretty much wrong. Because from what he rememebered, he didn't die. It has been at least one hundred years since the start of what should have been prevented but of course the world would have been very different if what had happened hadn't happened, but that was a spiral down a dark rabbit hole, which no one should ever go down into.
Shaking his head slightly, the wolf dog made his way down what he could recall as idealistic and familiar, but so similar and unfamilar at the same damn time. He was making his way from the woods, not sure where his paws were leading him, somewhere that had people, although he was not sure of where or how he was going to reach it. At least someone that looked like him right?
This had to be a dream, right?
It didn't register in his head that he should probably stop, he was looking for someone. A familar someone, someone that he used to know.
speaks in x- red wolf dog-