Live, Die, Repeat - In Fur

Chapter 2

Walking.

It was all Tracer was doing now and he wasn't tired about it. After what felt like hours of walking on the road, he still continued treading on, looking around. Breathing. Laughing. And reflecting on his somewhat poor life choices. Without the feeling of death every corner, it allowed him to really ponder on how his life came to be and how really bizarre his situation was. He never thought in any way that he would be doing this kind of job for a living.

His old self in the orphanage would've called him crazy or insane if he told himself what would happen on that day but fate has its ways somehow. Still he never felt tired, going from a steady walk to a jog and back again.

Even as the rain continued to beat on his body like shards of glass, he didn't waver or become exhausted. His body had adapted quite well thanks to the multiple resets. From more stamina to outright minor regeneration, he could fight an army head on and still survive with the right equipment.

That is if he didn't get shot in the head, incinerated, or exploded. Thanks to these trials and painful errors, he had lost count of the resets he had done, by about 100 he almost gave up counting but managed to continue somehow. In a sense It told him or it proved how resilient he was and that where he is right now is from years and years of trials and not giving up. To give up would be insulting what he had done to get to this point and even so, how would he give up? Once again, no way of turning back.

It kinda reminded him of the games he saw others play when he was younger. Now he had a first hand experience on how those characters felt when they died and reverted back to their save point.

Besides the minor dread he felt, the rain and wind blowing was pleasing to his skin. He reminisced on how his teammates would constantly complain about the sand getting everywhere, they would've loved to escape the heat and return to the forest. Eric would mostly complain about it since it would mess with his drawings.

"Now that I think about it, the creatures I've been seeing kinda look like the ones he drew...what a coincidence." He spoke to himself. It was interesting what the human mind can come with given time, but to see it in real life was a sight to see for sure. Tracer wondered on how Eric would react if he was here.

The slight patter of rain on the road and light squelch of his soaked boots was the only thing he could sense besides the wilderness, electricity poles that were on the brink of falling, and the asphalt road he followed. 

At some point he sat down on a large rock under a tree to record what happened in his trusty notebook before resuming to walk. There was nothing else to do, with only him and his mind to entertain himself. While Tracer was walking he thought of the possibility of returning back to earth, something brought him here so it should be possible to go back if he searched hard enough.

'But if I do find a way back...Do...I...even want to go back?' A strange thought came from the back of his head. The memories of dying countless of times in that desert was something he definitely did not want to go back to. But abandoning his friends would be violating the reason why he fought in that desert. To see their families happy with joy that their son or daughter had returned from a near impossible battle was what kept you going. At least he died when the battle turned to his favor, just a stray grenade ended his near perfect run, in the end everyone should survived the invasion. 

"Maybe, if I can't go back, I could be a mechanic? All those times of tinkering with cars, planes and Exo suites should be of use...A soldier is out of the question" He brainstormed, a plan B if A fails would be vital in surviving as long as possible.

The real question was what position humanity was in right now. If it was on FUBAR level, then joining them would be his only choice. He had no idea on the history nor the hate that ran between the two, he would be considered an outsider from both sides...an enemy of the two if he wasn't careful. Judging by the equipment they used, it was mostly a mixture of nearly any kind of army uniform and weapon...heck even Russian and American uniforms were present. If the war was at such a state that every human country joined together, then the situation must not be good for humanity.