CYBORG ONE

Survivors Instinct

As I walk towards the South, the aura in the air is getting uneasier, I passed our HQ forever leaving it behind.

The grasslands are clean, with no contamination whatsoever. I am feeling the clean air on my face, I am enjoying it. Joy, yet another emotion I am capable of feeling. Master was right, compressing my thoughts and writing them on an external source has certainly brought my emotions back. Though, I don't know where they went in the first place.

The animals around me are scarce, I have a predators aura, though it might contribute to the fact that wild hunters roamed these lands ages ago. The animals haven't lost their instincts yet. I might have to fend for food. The air around me determined, I take further steps and approach upon a lake.

I fill up my bottle, and then I stumble upon the question, Who asked me to do this? Who asked me to walk to the South. I feel a nag, just a little push, to go the South. They, the betrayers along with the Viper Twins went North. Shouldn't I have vengance?

My thoughts were immediately broken by rustling, then I realized that the Sun was going to set.

I forgot about the rustling noise, but it still remained in my head. I decided to investigate it later.

I slept under some trees, I might end up creating some kind of shelter later on.

I am reading my diary now, waiting for the Sun to set. It has been a hazy two days. My entire life changed. I am a changed man, now that i have no one on my side. Except for that guttural feeling which tells me to never give up. And that survival instinct which is why I am save and writing in this diary.

Untold dangers are coming my way. Thats for sure. Thats definite and there's nothing I can do about them, other than face them at the least.