11 Chapter 6.5

I'd start my treck to the city-state of Lepcoro, It is not too far away but it is a good distance, it covers mountains and a plain, but nothing too hard. Using the space-time I received upon entering this world, I distort my face and change it so it appears as another face to all.

I hoped in the store to grab some supplies to treck up the mountain and make it to the plains on the other side. It isn't that large of a mountain it should only take me a couple of days, I set off at noon the sun was at its peak and it was sure on fire.

It started to get colder as the farther I went up the mountain, I wasn't sure if this cold air was natural or artificially created by a monster. I made it up half way before nightfall came, I set up camp and made an alarm system out of strings an old cans from the store.

It was a quiet night, the wind was blowing, and the wolfs were howling.

I woke by dawn, and packed up and went up the mountains, I came across some monsters but were easily dealt with by a suppressed gun, the sound still was heard by monsters with pristine hearing.

I trecked till I made it to a cave, I decided to enter but It was not what I suspected it appeared to be a cave from the birth of man or some might call it, there were paintings on the wall with signs of makeshift shoes.

It was something you would see in a movie based on cavemen, it was so unreal to see a cave like this.

I left but when I came out of the cave I noticed time flowed differently it was now dark by the time I left the cave so I made camp outside the cave. I didn't know why I felt like 5 minutes was 5 hours in the cave.

By morning I packed up and left to climb over the mountain.

I made it over the mountain and started my descent.

It was quick and easy, it took 2 days but it was fine.

I made it to the plains and I was just eager to ride my motorcycle from the shop's storage in this worlds flat plains.

I started her up and left the wind hit my face.

It felt great the smell of the air was great, it tasted great.

It was a time of mother nature.

Not pollution no nothing it was the day and age a nut job activist would want to see.

I stopped to make camp at night I still had 6 more hours till the city-state, so I grabbed my guitar and strung it. I enjoyed the 80s and 90s country songs the based as I played my tunes I notice what appears to be a caravan of merchants.

They stop about 300 feet from me and start to make camp.