Enter Y/n, an independent spacefarer looking to explore the galaxy. His main goal is to discover and learn about an alien species, assuming there are any out there. Imagine his surprise when a malfunction in his ship causes him to make an emergency...
So my life is going great right now. I'm slowly walking in a blizzard with a couple lacerations on my left arm. No big deal. One of the lacerations looks like it's already healing? Maybe those 'murder drones'' (yeah, I'm gonna call those things murder drones. Seems fitting) saliva have some kind of coagulation agent to them? That would be great if there weren't 2 other giant cuts in my left arm. I'm starting to feel like I'm not going to find proper treatment for my arm. Even worse, that 'murder drone' could come back at anytime, seeing that I'm leaving a trail of blood behind me.
"This is quite the way to go." I darkly chuckle.
As blood leaves my body, the air around me feels colder. I feel myself weakening as the minutes go by. But all I can do is keep moving. If I stop now, I will die. As weak as I may be, I am one stubborn piece of shit. If I'm going to go down, I'm going to go down on my terms. Unfortunately my terms are quite limited, but I settled on 'go as long as you can'.
And so I did.
I walked and walked and walked.
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It's been a few hours since my encounter with that murder drone. My arm looks terrible, good thing I can hide it under my sweatshirt. For some reason, my mind immediately goes to 'Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good.' I chuckled to myself. I always had the strange ability to stay optimistic in the darkest of circumstances. Maybe I was just being naive or ignorant. Whatever the case, it kept me going for much longer than I would have normally.
I hear a noise to my right. I snap in that direction and see red glowing eyes in a window for a split second before they disappear. Was I going crazy? What the hell was that? I involuntarily shudder. Something about this planet isn't right. Why are there these anomalies here? Teleporting is not a thing that exists, not to my knowledge at least. I must have been seeing things... right?
"Or..." I say to myself.
Doll. It had to have been her. What was she doing out here? Why was she watching me? I guess it probably has to do with me being the only human on the planet and her grudge against humanity. If she wanted to kill me, she would have done it back in the alley. But she's just... observing me? I'm still processing everything that happened in the alley.
My arm is looking rough. I decide to just risk it and put the bandages over the lacerations. Usually you would want to put antibiotics on it first to keep it from getting infected but I'm just going to pray there is no bacteria on this planet anyway. I'm actually impressed with the outcome of what has ensued the past few days. My view of myself isn't very high, it never has been. I've always just wanted to make others happy. Unfortunately shyness and anxiety are the cons of living that way but that's just who I am.
Well now that I'm no longer going to bleed to death(for now), I guess it's time to head back to that building. Maybe I should spend some time exploring the nearby buildings for supplies? I've got like 2 days of food left I think. Water isn't an issue and shelter is abundant assuming all these buildings have heat like the one I've been staying in.
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I finally made it to the building I call home. I'm just now realizing it's on the edge of the city and everything outside is a barren snowy wasteland.
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