My name is Sam. I had a pretty shitty life. My parents were crazy survivalists, and my father went heavy on the belt. As soon as I hit 16, I ran from home with my pack on my shoulders.
I still managed to live decently. Though in a shitty apartment. I was almost always alone. Not that I did not have friends. But that's just how I was. If they didn't pull me out to have a drink or play video games, the only place I went is at work and groceries.
An otaku at heart, and proud of it. I still kept my body in shape though. Kickboxing, Nunchaku, Bo(staff), Self Defense.
My parents rubbed off on me a bit. Not that I rejected everything that they were. A lot of stuff they said makes sense. I just wish they let me figure it out myself instead of "strapping it" into me. I went back to spend some time with them on occasions.
I had a really crappy body. Not ugly at all, good member. But physical work hurt me a lot. My bone structure was bad, but I endured.
My daily routine consisted of reading science magazines and wiki entries, watching documentaries, animes, and driving.
I had a pretty good car. I loved that car. An old style American car with a lot of power. She was the reason I could get laid... Honestly, except this, I had nothing much.
Bad boyfriend material and I mostly picked the crazy woman anyway. So I did not put much effort into it. My father was lucky for his crazy one, she fitted him. In 2023 there will be 8 billion people on the planet. In 2000 it was 6.1 billion, in 1900's around 1.6 billion, in the 1800's 1.1 billion. 1700, s 650 Million's. It's crazy... There was no way I would make a kid. So I never got serious about anything. I felt like people could not have a purpose if it's not having kids and lawn... Better than your neighbors too.
Sometimes, I picked a road I've never been on and drove it. I loved the game "G.T.", and sometimes, I got a little excited... But not this time. I mean what the hell was a turkey doing on the side of a cliff. Was it trying to fly? Well it didn't have to jump down to become a pancake. Sending me down the cliff while it was at it.
The tree's are getting closer....
The song came to an end....
The glass exploded in my face...
Everything went dark....
"MY CARRR!!!"
-("what's a car")-
"Hein!?"
I open my eyes to see a familiar ceiling.
("Why am I here")
-("I brought you back to your den")-
("Ha! ok... What.. My What... DEN?")
Raising to my butt, I come face to face with a huge red head, breathing a foul breath in my open slacked Jaw... While holding my puke, I tumble almost doing a backflip sending my stuff all over my cabin....
I stabilize my hungry body. Analyzing the beast in front of me.
("Did I just hear your thoughts?")
-("That's right Leader")-
He says while bowing a little.
(Ok... This is a little... COOL. hahahaha Dam I'm tearing again.)
("I've been alone for two years. Finally someone to share a little.")
Luckily his cabin has a lot of smoked and dried meat or He would just pass out from hunger. That strange phenomenon transformed his body a bit.
After filling his stomach, not leaving the wolf out, he checked his body. His arm bandage unwrapped, he noticed that the grime came out of the wound. Once washed, the scar looks pretty cool. Almost like a flame with a tinge of red. His hair gained a little red reflect. The Little reddish hair on his chest and private places... just enough to look good. There wasn't any before... Grew a little too. Around 4.5 feet. Just tall enough to put my arm on top of Red.
("Alright. Your name is Red")
-("Hein?")-
Tilt his head
-("I thought I was a Punk")-
("Hahaha yes you're the punk that followed me everywhere. Stealing my prey for two years. Do you think I didn't recognize you?")
He put his paw on top of his snout hiding his eyes.
("You were smarter than the other's not to attack me. Anyway.. it's in the past... Now your Name is red.")
He raised his head.
("Ha!.... and Call Me "Master".)
Nodding to myself esteem.
-("!MASTER!")-Woof!-
He barks excitedly. Wagging my stuff out of the window with his tail. Almost doing a backflip. It's pretty cramped in here.
("Ok.ok.ok. Slow down...")
("Well let's plan how to make use of you shall we.")
He picked a rock he saw an animal lick and show him.
"I need salt."
("It tastes very strong like this.")
("And it looks like this.")
He shows a white crystal.
("You can find it near water or where there are cliffs. Also sugar. You can't imagine how hard it is to find sugar. it tastes like this but not sour.")
He gives him a few berry's.
The best he could do for sweetness was a mix of a leaf's and berry's boiled together. The bitter leaves balanced the sourness and They tasted good as a tea. Once you lose something like this. You realize how hard it is to go without. Just the little thing's we take for granted... sigh...
Red turns around to leave.
("Hold on!")
He picks his food, a spear and his knife.
("I'm coming. With you, I can go further!")
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