"oh, my head... What the hell was that?"
said the young man. He opened his eyes, slowly. Looking around, it was kinda dark. He moves to a seating position only to hear the sounds of glass falling.
"Dangit, now i have to clean that... hope whatever that was wasn't important."
muttered the man. he carefully rises to his feet, trying not to cut his hands on the glass around him. He walks towards a fallen lamp and picks it up. thankful that it survived its 3 ft fall he turns the lamp on and set's it on the stand. looking around his living room he was thankful to find out that the damage wasn't as bad as he thought. just some broken glass here, an overthrown chair there, wasn't all that bad. he walked to a door in the corner and opened it. retrieving a broom, and dustpan he got to work cleaning the room. all the while thoughts were going through his mind. about the earthquake, the lights, and the zero gravity. granted he was pretty excited about the latter, but was having some serious thoughts on what just happened to him.
"Man, what the hell was that. earthquake, lights, and zero grav..."
Pondered the man. He stopped working for a moment, and just stood there. thinking. thinking hard. thinking of all the Logical explanations he could think up. 'The earthquake...the lights...zero gravity...'
suddenly the man snaps his fingers and exclaims "Alien's! yup that's what happened!"
He says with a smile on his face. He than continues to clean.Your all probably wondering why he's so cheery, considering his situation. Well the reason is quit simple, really. You see he was always taught to take things in stride. Well his mother taught him that. His father was... well, lets just say he was a bit paranoid.
After cleaning the room and discarding the glass in a trash bag, which he retrieved from his kitchen drawers, he dragged the bag to his porch. opening his door, and tossing the bag to the corner, he look outside. He froze. His breathing started to increase, as did his heart rate. looking outside, there was a river. But, that's not what got him, oh no. He lived next to a small river called the San Luis Ray. Sometimes, in rainy seasons it would overflow. And it had been raining not to long ago. What got him was the scenery of his backyard. It changed. everything changed.
"Wha- What!"
The man exclaimed, looking out into the land. Slowly he began walking forward. He moved cautiously, as if the outside would try to suck him out of his home. When he neared the window his head turned the right. There was a tree, and a big one at that. "Thank god that's still there." That tree has been with him since he was born. He's spent many hours with that tree. playing around it, climbing it, even sleeping in, on, and under it every now and then. That tree was pretty much his closest friend. yeah, it's kinda weird that a tree is a friend but when you live in the middle of nowhere, and your social skills are next to nothing, you learn to make friends with what you can. even though the tree doesn't talk he sometimes talks to it. It's a good way to get rid of some of the loneliness he felt at times.
turning his head to the left, he saw a big, white building. on the side of it was an old, somewhat rusty, silver silo.
"Seriously? where the hell am I!?"
He exclaimed "How the hell did everything change... why didn't Lileaf change like everything else? why's that freaking barn still there!?"
in case you're wondering, yes he did in fact name that tree Lileaf. One does not simply spend 18 years of your life talking to a tree and not give it, or "Her" a name.
As many thoughts were racing through the young man's mind, some even screaming. One thought was the loudest of them all.
'Go Hide!'
And so, he listened to that thought. turning around the man bolted to the door on his left. It was an all black door. And a heavy one at that. Quickly turning the handle of the door, the man practically tackled the door open. He slammed the door shut, and locked it. turning around he found himself in a small room. there was a door directly in front of him, and gas mask's on a table to his left. under that were boxes labeled MRE's, and Rations. to the right was a Portrait, encased in glass. The portrait was of a man, saluting. Wearing a red beret with a skull and crossbones medal on it. He also wore a black suit with a dark red tie. only the upper half of his chest could be seen. As he made his way towards the back door he take a second to look at the portrait.
"I guess you were right to be so... paranoid."
The man starred for few more seconds before continuing for the door. when he reached the door he punched in a number and the door hissed for a moment, then unlocked. He opened the door, and walked down stairs. flipping the light switch on he looked around the room. Surprisingly, nothing was damaged, or had fallen from the earthquake. 'weird, I would of thought this place might of at least tipped some boxes over or something.'
To his left, there were some metal closet's, benches, a doorway that if he remembered correctly leads to bathroom, and some boxes. To his right, there's a door, and some more boxes. directly in front of him there is, another door... so many doors...
anyways he walked up to the door, opened it, and walked in. As he entered the room he looked around it. to his left are some black boxes, in a man sized cage. In the middle of the room were some armchairs, and a sofa. In the far back of the room there many, many, many, bottles on the wall. an long table went from one side of the room to the other. there were bar stools in front of the table. Yup, daddy sure did love his drinks. In fact he loved em so much he asked to be buried with some of his Drinks.
To his right was another man sized cage. this one however, contained something every panic/safety room should have...
Weapons.
There were weapons in that cage. He always thought having a panic/safety room was a waist of money. Always thought he would never need it. Well, he was wrong. Silently thanking his dead dad for being so paranoid he walked over to an armchair and sat down. thinking about what his next move should be. he sat there looking off into space. thinking, just thinking of what to do next.
"Well I guess i should look around my Porperty, see what else has changed... damn it, i don't know what's out there though. how the hell did this even happen..."
sighing heavily the man stood up and walked over to the cage with boxes in them.
"Well Colt, if you're going out there, you're going out there prepared."
Colt opened the gate and walked up to a black box. opening it, he peered inside. smiling slightly he reached in and grabbed something.
"Never thought i'd ever have to wear this stuff... still... at least it looks kinda cool..."