Nolamine woke up out of the blue and found that he had somehow been knocked out.
'What the fuck was that and why did it not kill me or fight me? What did it do to me?"
Nolamine asked himself as he stood up.
He was far from the road just in case the people he had fought were chasing him.
He decided to get the hell out of there.
He finally focused on getting out of the valley after seeing a flying beast he had not seen before. He did not get a good look at it as it suddenly passed by, almost touching the trees and making everything lift off the ground. It was big as a Fighter jet. He had to grab on a nearby branch so as not to be sent off flying.
After that event and the beast from earlier, he had renewed vigor to get out of there. After running for hours and a few stops to rest, the scene finally changed. He was now in a lush beautiful green forest reminiscent of those of Earth.
