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Tales of the New World

The year 2080 was a turning point for humanity. Unfortunately, the sudden and unexpected flooding of the Earth by the oceans claimed many lives, buildings, and cities. However, where there were once dry lands, new transportation routes were created. Old oil platforms became new homes for the survivors. And now, 106 years have passed since those unforgettable times. But is it really true? We're not sure if it's just the main character's illusion or the truth.

Koita · Sci-fi
Peringkat tidak cukup
15 Chs

In search of shelter

"Did he wake up?" - "Yes, he just woke up a moment ago."

Leo just woke up in an unfamiliar area, not knowing where he ended up or who he was. Despite this, he didn't panic, he just admired the beautiful sunset and the trees almost reaching the clouds that cut through the sky. He only knew that night was approaching and he had to find something for defense, so he looked around and noticed a piece of wood lying next to a rock that was about one hundred and seventy centimeters long.

He decided to get up, but it wasn't easy - he felt like he weighed two hundred kilograms, and maybe he did because he was almost three meters tall now. After over fifteen attempts, he finally managed to stand up, swaying as he reached the rock, then he leaned down and picked up the stick, but he noticed something strange - the skin was a different color, blue, but he didn't bother about it.

He then decided to head towards the mountains because he knew the forest wouldn't be a good place to sleep. During his hike in the mountains, he noticed after about an hour that he was only wearing shorts. Although he didn't know who he was or what he was doing there, everything seemed so strange to him. "Damn, it's already nightfall," he thought. He climbed up a nearby rock and tried to sleep, but something interrupted his sleep. It turned out to be a rock, or rather an animal resembling a rock, and it looked remarkably like a turtle.

He didn't move because he didn't know if it was a predator that eats meat, so he just watched. The turtle, shrouded in mystery, walked towards a rock that was glowing with a ruby-yellow color. All moonlight reflected off it, and when the animal reached its destination, it fell asleep again. The lights reflecting off the rock suddenly began to be absorbed by the turtle, as if it were its food.

"Incredible," thought Leo as he went to sleep, knowing he could rest easy.

"What do you think, doctor, will this therapy work this time?" someone asked. "I think so. You see, he's not panicking and he has the calm he wanted thirty years ago when he started this therapy," the doctor replied. "Give him some peace and don't observe him today," he added.

In the morning, Leo woke up full of energy. He was greeted by the sounds of birds - *tweet tweet*. He looked around the area, he just wanted to know where he was. He saw a river in the distance and more rocks, which he already knew were turtles.

So Leo went towards the river to drink. As he slowly approached it, he also noticed strange animals resembling wild boars, but with a small horn on their heads and brown skin dried to the bone. Without paying much attention to the animals, he began to scoop up water with his hands, drinking sip by sip. After filling up, he headed towards the forest that surrounded him.

But before that, he had to make a bow and some arrows. He only knew that he had the perfect, elastic wood to make a bow. He just had to think about where he could get the arrows and a string to complete the bow. However, he was lucky to quickly find the materials to create the bow. Nevertheless, he changed his mind because he didn't have enough time to make arrows. So, without further thought about what weapon would be useful, he made a spear. He cut off a piece of the tip of a branch he had, then put a sharpened stone in place and tied it with a string.

"Did he manage to do something like this in such a short time?" asked the doctor. "We were surprised by his progress ourselves," said the programmers. "I wonder if he will live longer now," added someone behind them.

So Leo headed towards the forest, already equipped with a spear. "I need to hunt something," he thought. He tried until he came across a wild animal resembling a deer, eating grass. However, it had feathers on its body in some places. Leo slowly sneaked up to the animal, practically noiseless. "Haaa-yaaa!" he exclaimed, thrusting the spear into the animal's body. He took the hunted animal on his back and went back to the mountains, where he already skinned the animal, cut out the meat and ate it.

He made himself a bed out of the remaining skin. Bones are useless unfortunately, there was nothing he could do after they caught air and crumbled into dust, from which he could have made paint, but he thought to himself "what do I need it for?" That's why he slept for four hours and then went back to the forest, this time taking the animal skin with him, which he covered his back with, as if wearing a cape. He knew he had to go through this forest, as he couldn't do anything more in the place where he had been for one day.

Walking through the forest, he heard various animals, but didn't see them, as if they were avoiding him. Was it because they thought he was the animal he had killed? It's not known, maybe so.

After reaching a clearing where the conditions were completely different from those in the forest or mountains, he froze in fear. He saw the animal he had killed there, eating meat, but it looked different. It had horns on its head and a tail like a lion, but it didn't attack Leo. On the contrary, it ran away as soon as it noticed him.

So he decided to approach the dead animal, but he noticed that it had been dead for a long time - it wasn't a matter of hours, but of days. That's why he only stripped it of its skin, then moved a little further away and made himself a bed out of it before going to sleep, feeling safe nonetheless.

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