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// A 13th Reality 
// Story: Death, Himself 
// by Rusty Linux 
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         " The fuck was that!? " I say out loud. The jeep had ran into something. We looked at the driver seat, and there was blood. Me, and four other soldiers went out to go look at what had happened. The front end of the jeep was crushed. A big rock in the front. And just when we were panicking, A bunch of EU's came out of nowhere. They looked at us all, their helmets clanging against their heavy armor. The weapon's fully prepared with armor penetrating bullets. They looked at each other, then only to run away from us. But why? I suddenly realized this when there was a BIG, HUGE, PORTAL, Right behind me. It was sucking me in, and my teammates tried to pull me out, but it was no use. I was already sinking into the black abyss. Was this taking me back home? Where I belong? I quickly rejected that when I hit some kind of surface. Wood. Dusty wood. Seem's like it hasn't been cleaned. I get up, lean against a wall, and look around. I was in a treehouse. Or it looked like a treehouse. I then noticed some pictures. Picture's of creature's on four legs. That when I realized. Im not in my world. Im not in my dimension. Is this, the thirteenth reality? I was quickly drawn to the door when it was opened. The six four legged creatures from the pictures walked in.   

      They seemed surprised, they all looked at how dusty the place has been. Me though, I was hiding. Behind a vase. Yes yes I know, but you know what, I was scared, alright? They walk right past me. They all go upstairs to what seem's like the bedroom. I take another minute to look around before coming out of my hiding spot. That was until I noticed one of the creatures staring at me, a pink one. She looked at me with excitement. Although I don't know why, but she seemed really happy. Me of course, I'm not happy. I'm angry as hell at the moment. Being fucking sucked into a portal, and having my crew almost killed was pretty, harsh. Although That's what my, 'human' mind think's is harsh. Me? Man, the harshest thing i've seen was a man being torn up into pieces by his own men, with a piece of string. But that, was kind of funny in a way.