He pulled out a pack of Bournemouth cigar and lit a stick before taking a puff as he sat on a dismembered sofa. Shhhh! He breathed out a mouthful of smoke.
" This guy thought that I'm a monster! Which part of me is a monster surely? I should not exist here . The more I drag time the more I dig my own grave even deeper. " He murmured with a solemn mood as he thought of the good times he spent with his baby, Samantha.
" He was a heavy smoker for sure. " Ryan murmured as he searched through the man's wardrobe looking for something to put on. He has still not get used to wearing clothes from the immortal plane. " This is so cool, I will wear you baby. Mwa! " He said quietly as he lift up a hood with Alan Walker sign on its back.
He was the only one living in that house, so he took over all his possessions, cooked, entertained himself, sleep and made himself at home. You could even think he was the real owner of that house with his carefree lifestyle. The fool even forgot his current predicament as he slept soundly on the bed with no worries.
_____ 12 Months Later ______
That's the whole time he had been leaving in that house.
He would usually go out, blink several times before returning to the house with disappointment. London never appeared again. He had fought and killed more than 20 people who came to visit the man of the house or burglars or even wanderers like him. Bears, wolves and other tundra animals around didn't skip a chance to disturb his rest. Thanks to them, his two hands had completely turned white like the beings of that dimension. He felt like his hands are not his anymore, like using AI hands. He had no connection with them whatsoever, even if they still move about. His injured shoulder also healed as the possession had yet to reach that part.
He took a snowboard, repacked his food, water and other amenities before snowboarding to the north.
1 hour later he reached his destination and actualize that its a small Indian town in Uttar Pradesh. The environmental condition of that town was much favourable compared to the previous two places he had been.
He came to know that the life of that tundra region cannot enter into the town the way he did as the bears that had been tailing him since he left the madman's house stopped close to the barrier between the tundra region and the town with confused looks, which made him judge the effect of the dimension only applying to him the odd one.
The main activity of that town was farming. He watched many workers moving farm produce from tractors into the trucks for transportation, several businesses involving farming flock the town everywhere like; seed companies, agricultural fertilizer industries, herbicide stores, agrovets and much more.
Ryan hidden in the alleyway as he watch ' white ' workers and farmers doing their usual daily routine. He took out his scarf from his backpack, a mask and wore it to disguise himself only leaving his white hands to be seen before walking towards the crowd.
" He feels so strange..."
" Like a ferocious beast... "
" He smells like death..."
" He smells like shit. Nkt..." (°_°)
" He seem to be new here..."
" Is he even human..."
" Young boy, don't walk on our roads with your cursed self! Can you disappear from my eyes before I get nasty! " (° ! ° )
Ryan can hear clearly the voices of the inhabitants murmuring quietly to each other about him even a chubby guy ordering him angrily with disgust.
They glared at him strangely like an animal in a zoo everywhere he passed. Several with curiosity, frightened faces, disgusted and furious looks.
" Even in my disguise, they can still feel it. I'm not supposed to be here for sure. He thought in frustration.
The trucks packed with farm produce before the warehouses were leaving, others assembling, others on the process of onloading.
He suddenly saw a loaded truck that was about to leave. " NOW! " He swiftly dashed in and hide in the midst of the crates of oranges before anyone saw him.
A worker shoved in the last crate of oranges and closed the door of the truck without noticing him inside.
The worker gave an ok sign to the driver who powered the truck after. Vruuum! Mud splattered everywhere as it headed for the tarmac.
Its body was meshed enabling him to see clearly the change of the environment as it moves. He even started singing quietly a song that he used to sung with his comrades in a fighter jet while going to missions in his previous life.
♪unstoppable♪