Chapter 2

'You're awake."

A young man sat up, his large toned body had the momentum of a fighter and Ian immediately became alert. The man exuded a cold air and when he got closer, Ian felt extremely uncomfortable as if the air around him was condensing. He didn't look very friendly.

Ian defensively reached for the spear behind him.

The man frowned, his dark eyebrows drew close as if he didn't understand.

"Are you not from here?" he asked slowly.

Ian suddenly realized that the man was actually not speaking the same language, but for some reason, he seemed to understand him. Ian was perplexed, what on earth is happening?!

Ian was no stranger to weird circumstances, he had worked many odd jobs and had been in many dangerous and strange situations, but this was beyond even his comprehension. Where was he, and who was this man and how can Ian understand him?

The tall man seemed to understand his confusion and made a calming moment with his hands, "Don't worry," he said slowly, "I mean no harm."

The young man seemed a little at loss seeming to wonder how to move forward.

Ian pondered on what to do, it was obvious that he was not in the city anymore, he had just hunted a rabbit in the wild. Everything in the wild looked familiar, but he never saw any planes flying overhead or any sign of human life while in the woods.

His body had some visible changes, he was a lot paler and his muscles were nearly non-existent. Ian almost wanted to cry, he had worked hard for those muscles, but now they're gone!

When he was hunting, he could tell that his body had not undergone any training in a while, maybe not ever!

Maybe..... he reincarnated?

He had heard about this in the organization he had worked in before, there were prisoners who had said that they had reincarnated, so was he reincarnated into caveman times?

Ian decided not to dwell on it and focus on the situation at hand. He's heard before that tribals could be cannibalistic and were extremely repulsed by outsiders.

Ian looked at the young man who was rather tall, the chances of him winning in a fight were slim, his current body was definitely not his own, and was extremely weak. The man before him seemed to be a fighter or a hunter.

Ian quickly planned an escape route in his head in case of the worst situation unfolding. While he kept a wary front, the young man suddenly spoke," My name is Caesar," pointing to himself.

"Caesar," the tall man repeated slowly pointing to himself.

Ian stared at him, why was he being treated like a baby.

The tall man, no Caesar pointed at Ian," Your name is?"

Ian resisted the u`rge to roll his eyes, why was he treated like the caveman instead?

"Ian," he responded and tried to copy the tall man," My name.... is Ian."

Caesar looked surprised, his sharp eyes widened," You know my tongue? I thought you can't speak my language." he asked.

Ian shook his head indicating he didn't understand suddenly getting into character.

Caesar scratched his head before pointing at himself," I save you from the hoard."

"Hoard?" Ian frowned questioningly.

"Many, many animals. Angry, rampage."

Ian looked at Caesar thoughtfully, so he was saved, or maybe not because Ian had crossed through, the original owner of this body must have died.

"Save me?" Ian inquired, wondering if he had a tribe. Maybe he did and could go with them, he was unfamiliar with the world, so he needed a starting point.

Caeser nodded before frowning, "You were alone. I saved you."

Ian nodded, he seemed to have bits and pieces of the original owner's memory, his tribe seemed to have been on the run from attackers and he had been separated from them. He couldn't remember any names or faces though. Everything was blurry and mixed together.

Caesar moved forward seeing Ian being less vigilant," You," he stressed pointing at Ian," follow me," he pointed to himself," to my tribe. Safe, understand?" Caesar seemed to be in pain as he stressed slowly. His expression seemed uncharacteristic to his cold face.

Ian was nearly quite done with him, but he had a very nice face, so he'll let it pass.

Forming his words as best as possible, Ian suddenly changed his story," I understand you.....but not speak ....your language."

"Oh!" Caesar looked surprised," You can understand me?"

Ian nodded affirmatively.

"I see," Caesar breathed out in relief before looking at Ian seriously," Are you not from here? Which tribe are you from?"

Ian wondered what should say," My tribe..." Ian paused before replying," no more."

Caesar nodded as if not surprised, before saying, "If you want, you can come to my tribe."

"We are really nice to females!" He quickly added when he saw Ian's feigned hesitation.

Ian nodded slowly taking in what Caesar said. He needed a starting point, it didn't matter which tribe it was. He could train himself. Ian mulled oer everything Caesar just said.

Joining his tribe. Nice. Females.

Wait... females?