*long sigh*
"How long have I walked now? I still can't see any source of water,"
He sat down on one of the stone near him and stretch his legs. His skin is as dry as a paper makes it seem like he hadn't drink any water for days. But in truth, it's the weather, as the result of global warming the temperature became as hot as an oven. There is hardly any rain in a year making the river dry and the trees dead.
(Do I really have to keep going? Isn't it better to just die at this point?)
"No, no, no, no. No Mikael! That's a useless thought, there will be something soon enough,"
Troubled by his own mind he decides to keep walking. Though it might seem better to die than endure this heat, nobody wants to die a slow and painful death. So he continued his journey going through all the rubbles, depending his life on it.
*crack*
"Whoah. What was that,"
*crack*
"There it is again. Where is it coming from?"
Shocked by the cracking sound he looks around to see if there is anything and eventually look under his feet.
*crack*
"Ahhh! Are you kidding me?"
That was his last word before he falls down the rubbles.
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"Mikael! Mikael! Come see this!"
"What is it?"
"It's a star. I made it for you."
"Oh... it's beautiful. Just like you."
*he comes closer to her signaling for a kiss*
"What are you waiting for,"
"Hihihi, dirty Mikael,"
*The woman comes closer too*
"Muuuuu--" he closes his eyes to go in for the kiss.
Suddenly he feel his face getting wet.
"Hihihi, what are you doing, are licking me?"
"Arf! Arf!"
Shocked, he open his eyes and see infront of him a dog.
"Eww! What is this dog doing here?" he said as he wipes his face. It seems that he is now back to reality.
*sigh* "What a dream? It was just getting to the best part too!"
"Arf! Arf!"
"What are you barking at! You ruined my good moment! Tsk!"
"Anyway, what is this place?"
He looks around hoping to figure out what kind of place it is but it's too dark and the only light source available is from the hole he fell from. The hole seems to be atleast 3 meter above him.
"Woah, no wonder my body feels like hell."
He took his backpack and takes out one of his clothes. Coincidentally, the dog came to him with a stick. Perfect for making a torch.
"I'll take this, thank you."
"Arf?"
"I'll give it back later don't worry"
Suddenly the dog run off to god knows where. (what's the deal with that dog). As he decide to ignore it he takes out a flintstones a gasoline. He dipped the cloth in the gasoline and wrap it around the top of the stick, then he tries to light it on fire with the flintstone.
"Come on!" *grunts*
After a few tries he finally succeeded. Now he can finally see a bit.
"Now what do we have here,"
In a distance he sees a metal hunk. He closes in to get better look and notices it has four wheels. "Woahh. Is that the so call car that I heard about." . Ofcourse he was impressed. Afterall, for someone borned during the apocalypse no one uses a car anymore. He always had to walk to get to his destination.
"So they exist huh..."
He gets closer and open one of the door but it won't budge an even an inch. "Oh come on," .He tries harder and eventually the whole door came off, detached from the car.
"Oh... Is it supposed to do that?"
"Ayy, what is thiss..."
In the car he found a rusty machete. Even though it seem like a normal machete, there is an ominous feeling that struck his heart as if telling him to not touch it.
(Why does I feel uneasy about this? Who would even left a machete in here?)
Putting his feeling aside, he reach his right hand out to take the machete, slowly but surely, and eventually his skin came into contact with it's handle.
*thud, thud, thud*
Suddenly his heartbeat starts thumping intensely. His vein start bulging from his hand as if something is moving and it's heading toward his head. Immense pain start building up, he tries to take his hand off but it was to no avail, as if the machete is bound to him.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"
He grips his right arm with his left hand to try and stop the bloodstream but before long he collapsed on the spot. The pain is to intense, it was as if a snake is infiltrating his veins straight to brain. Slowly his eyes starts to close from exhaustion.
*heavy breathing*
"F*ck,"
"I'm gonna die afterall,"
"F*cking peace of sh*it machete,"
His eyes starts being blurry, but before his eyes fully close he sees a light infront of him. Thinking it's a person he reach his hand out.
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[Mikael's Dream]
"Mikael,"
"Yes, mother?" ( child Mikael)
"How are you feeling my dear?"
"I feel great! It's just a scratch Ma, you don't need to worry,"
(pats his head)
"I know you're a strong boy. Now, don't forget, you promised me to ----------, right?"
"Wait, what?"
"So wake up now dear, you can't die yet, not until you ----------"
"Wait Ma,"
[His body starts being sucked into a void]
"No, no, no, no, Ma don't let them take me! Please -------"
"HELP ME!" (current Mikael)
*panting*
"Well, aren't you a Mama's boy,"
An unfamiliar voice spoke to him. He looks toward the owner of that voice and it was an elderly woman in her 80s, holding some kind of drink in her hands. The woman is smiling but it's kind of creepy.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm no one, don't you worry," said the woman as she hands him the tea.
"What is this? Are you trying to poison me?"
"Oh nooo, why would I? It's a medicine. A herbs tea to be specific. It's good for your body and it's tasty too,"
(Is she serious? Why would she help me?)
Though skeptical about it he couldn't help looking at that tempting water. His throats is so dry after walking such a long distance too.
*drooling*
"This is safe right?" he looks at the woman.
"Yes, ofcou--"
Before the lady could even finish, he already drank the whole cup.
"Ahhhh, that's the spot! Are there more?" he asks shamelessly.
"Y--Yes, wait here,"
The old lady hurried away. "Arghh,". His head suddenly starts ringing. "Sh*t! Is it because of that machete? Where is it? Did that lady take it?"
Suddenly his right hand starts shaking and his blood pulsing, popping his veins. He look at his palm with a worried face.
"What the---," before he finished that sentence a machete comes out of his hand, appearing out of thin air.
*glass shatters*
That old lady that saw it happen was too stunned to speak. Mikael didn't realize she was there. Panicked, he tried to think of something to say.
(F*ck, why is that granny not saying anything. This f*cking pain in the ass machete should just be gone!)
*poof*
As he thought of that, the machete gone out of existence too, just like a magic wand.
Confused, both of them look at each other in disbelief. Both trying to understand what the f*ck is happening.