Splatoon: The Last Human

A New Beginning

"Hey Hayden, what's wrong?" the voice said, smooth as a perfect crystal. I looked up to meet the aqua colored eyes of my closes friend, Ryan. "I was just thinking about this whole idea," I said, now releasing the frustrated thoughts in my head. "There are so many things that can go wrong, what if we don't wake up in time, what if the doors aren't sealed correctly and we drown in those pods, what if we don't wake up at all." with every word I said, Ryan nodded his head, understanding my worries. After minutes of venting, I finally stopped to catch my breath. I looked at Ryan to see if he was still listening, only to see his eyes closed. I was about to say something to wake him up until he said, "Dude, you are like a blitz.", "A blitz?" I responded, "Yeah a blitz, cause you are always spitting out a barrage of questions, but it's understandable. Five people are freezing themselves in a bunch of refrigerators and not thinking what could go wrong." Ryan said in that silky voice of his. He finally opened his eyes to meet mine, " I don't trust Eli or his whole "future species" idiocy, but I do like the idea of preserving our history. There's something about keeping relics of the past that makes things, interesting." Now that he said it, it does sound interesting, but I still had this gut-wrenching feeling that things could go wrong, I don't know what.

I just sat there, not even sure what to think. Is this some dream? Some nightmare? "Maybe, I just needed to wait, and this dream would be over, and I'll wake up to enjoying the new world. I need to wait," I said to myself, waiting for hours for the dream to end but every hour that passed, my hopes started crumbling, every minute my mid told me that this is a reality, but I couldn't accept it. After another hour passed, I decided to get up and leave. I needed air; denial had stripped me from oxygen, strangling me with its ill-lit hands.

I opened to door and met with the moon-lit sky with the sound of crickets singing and fireflies flying around like little fairies. I sat on the ground next to the capsule, taking in deep breaths, and waited. I still had a speck of hope that this was a dream turned nightmare. Always held on to that small light but after hours of waiting for them to wake me up, to see Eli giving rundowns of our mission, for Claire to start yelling at me for oversleeping, for Desmon to make more boring plans, and for Ryan to start being the closest friend I have ever had in my life. I just sat there, as the night grew lighter, slowly evolving into dusk.

I was becoming tired, but my eyes wouldn't shut. I just sat there, emotionless to everything. The speck of hope gone, just like my team, my race, and my only friend. I was alone, stuck in a world so foreign to me. The aliens here have a language I don't understand, and the only person who was willing to do all of this, who would be excited to meet this new species is now dead. Question after question ran through my head, but I still sat there ignoring the world around me, even when the sun's blazing light shot through the forest, I didn't move, silence had overcome me.

Hours had passed before I heard rustling coming from the far bushes. I thought it was a deer, so I didn't think much of it. The rustling had come closer, and any other person would've jumped at the sound, but I just sat there, not out of bravery, but I didn't care. Whatever it is, whether it be a pack of wolves or a bear, I didn't care, at least I can join my race. As the rustling had become inches away from me, I saw a yellow color trying to get through the shrubs. I felt relief but also slightly disappointed. I let the yellow thing come towards its destination.

As he got close, he stopped to look around the area, scouting out the spot before ending to see the capsule and me sitting by it. He gave a look of surprise which changed to excitement surprisingly quick. He walked over to me, stick in hand and started poking me with it. I started getting annoyed with his activity and was about to say something to scare him off until I saw another figure coming out of the bushes. It was the same girl I meant as if fate wanted to taunt me or to tell me something, but I didn't get it. She looked around and saw the yellow kid poking me. She marched over to the child and took the stick from his hand. " Nadiena'nai nadide donodadetedi da otaenai naejitudatedu eitinena," she said, stopping the pointy assault to my face. The yellow kid looked at her, then at me, then looked at her with a bewildered expression, "Didama? Dide jitititunai tudateoi tido naieoi.", He said. She was confused before she gazed at me, changing from confusion to a worried expression. "Didenu, enode nutine titu?" She said as she crouched down, to see if anything happened. When I woke up, I didn't expect to be consoled by a bunch of children.

I huffed, standing up and walked to the capsule door. I didn't want to talk about this whole situation, but I also didn't want to go inside. Those two might have noticed but didn't do anything; those kids were awaiting my next action. I started to build up as much courage as I could and walked inside. I roamed the room, looking over my teams remains. I didn't shed any tears cause I didn't want to show such a broken state. I remembered my mission, our mission of coming here and I don't want to fail them. I changed the plan that we had in store, instead of collecting the past, I will teach them the history, and maybe our legacy won't be forgotten. I went into the storage room and got my gear and was prepared to continue the plan but the first thing I needed to do, was to bury my team.

I carried the body of Eli first, always the leader of a group, forever taking the initiative in any action. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here.

Claire was second, she was almost like Eli, but she didn't like being the leader, she was always strict, but she still held a soft spot and thought of all of us as friends.

Desmon was third, he always acted the strong silent type, only talking when it was needed. He looked like a mean guy, but behind that aspect, he was a kind and shy guy.

So the fourth was my best friend, Ryan. He was a smart guy, thinking of his friends rather than himself. He was always cynical to his surroundings, but he wanted to see the best outcomes in the world, whether it be the end or the beginning.

I wiped away the dirt from my gear and put makeshift crosses on top of their grave. I stood up to see if those two kids were still there. The yellow kid and light purple girl were staring at me in silence. They didn't want to disturb the activity I was doing. I was ready, my friends are now resting, and it's now my job to leave a legacy. I will learn their language, history, art, everything. Then, I will teach them ours, it won't be easy, but this is our mission. I will not fail my friends. I walked away from their resting place and had the kids follow me through the forest.

The plan has changed, and the human race will never be forgotten.