I wake up to the sun's rays. Sighing, I prepare for the long trip I'll be taking. Last night I decided that I should relocate. The rocky outcrop proved useless against the wind and colossal rainstorm the previous night. I pack my few belongings, including my makeshift bed, my harpoon, and a spear I had crafted to pass the time since the lightning proved challenging to fall asleep with. Finally, packing my journal and photo, I head out of the outcropping and begin hiking upstream to find a more suitable shelter hopefully. Stopping occasionally to eat something or have water, I notice how lush and vibrant the environment I'm in truly is. A smile crosses my face, thankful that life survives here, and my supposed mission might at least be partially done.
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A Strange New World
Science FictionKyra wakes up on a grassy field, with little memories of who she is, the only items on her are a small notebook with the name "Kyra " on the cover, and an alarming photo of a wasteland, with the tragic words "My home, my planet" written in the same...
