Ryan wore his cowboy hat, equip his AK-47 on, then biked to the mountains to search for something to eat. He can not drive a motor vehicle or a motorcycle because it affect the space he live in just like the situation he found himself at Uttar Pradesh in India.
All those years he had not been lazing around, everyday he biked for several kilometers without going near the surrounding spaces , run marathons, practice martial arts and learned how to wield every weapon he found on the way.
He had become a veteran especially at wielding a kitchen knife, he slit throats of every enemy he came across.
The changes of spaces happens at midnight while he was asleep. Everyday he practice to make his body remain at optimum and view if London had showed up on the horizon. That had became like a habit of his.
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One day just like other days when he was further away in his dream land tiredly asleep while drool coming out of his slightly opened mouth, he felt something. Yes! London was back.
Looking at the time on his earthly watch, it displayed 0006hrs just six minutes past midnight, that was the time the spaces around his space swap places.
Ryan was astonished after peeking outside the window because London was further on the western horizon.
Dudum! His heart pounded loudly at fast rate with excitement and his body trembled ceaselessly.
" Finally! Bu! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! "
His sleepy state cancelled out as to him this night was like a day. He was wide awake, without wearing his clothes on his nude body or even washing his disfigured face, he jumped out of the window with an unkempt appearance and quickly got his bicycle from the store beside the house.
His stomach churned in excitement . " I feel like being reborn again. Ooh! I want to pee now! I want to pee... right now! " He chanted as he removed his annoying sticky pant before throwing it to the side and continued biking towards the western side while peeing on himself ignorantly with his eyes focused on London without staring anywhere else like a fool.
" I will not fuck this chance this time round, my baby London wait there for me. Father is coming to pick you up. Mu! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! iiiiiiiii! Haha! iiiiii! " He can't help but cry and laugh at the same time as his pintle join him while dancing enthusiastically between his legs.
He biked with eyes popping out of their socket while grinning from ear to ear like a retard who had seen a beauty for the first time.
" My baby please don't go away again! Wait for me there ok! Ha! Ha! Ha! Fuck this dimension, fuck everything here. So what if my body had mutated to this extend? The book is right in front of me alright. "
" I will go home and nobody will stop me. I must get out of this fucking dimension. " He cursed loudly as he biked crazily.
The next instance, his face darkened. A powerful pressure of suppression emanated out of London like a tide suppressing him and everything around him. His bike disintegrated to pieces of scrap because it cannot contain the pressure making him fall on those bicycle parts.
The spiky parts pierced through his gut appearing on the other side of his back. 3/4 of his body was not his so he didn't feel any pain or spilled blood.
" Fuck this motherfucker! You won't stop me. " Ryan said apoplectically while ignoring the pieces of scrap.
He began walking forward step by step as sweat soaked his whole body.
He reached almost 10 kilometers away from London and spurted blood. The pressure weighing down on him felt like he was carrying an entire planet on his shoulders.
He fall on his knees and stared at London bravely before deciding to crawl there with difficulty like a millipede. He went from crawling to slithering like a snake, his face distorting to different shapes.
7 kilometers away from London, he can feel his bones breaking but because they were not part of him, he didn't feel pain instead he had a look of horror while he clenched his fist in agitation.
" This fucking space can not even allow me to leave in peace! Fuck you! "
Less than 5 kilometers away from London even slithering became a problem. He can't move any further. His head was down on the ground as it pounded with immense pain as if tiny needles pricking his brain.
He scrunched his face and persevere the pain with gritted teeth.
He can feel it." This!...
Author ----------- Don't forget to collect this book