Random Ages


  • Introduction
  • Prelude
  • Chapter I
  • Chapter II

    Chapter II

    Camp Site
    4:00 Hours
    Friday, 2170 AD

    "Ugh..."

    It sounds like he's waking up. Come over here.

    "Ugh...my head..."

    Yep, he's definitely waking up. Lets see if we can get his attention. Hey, boy, open your eyes.

    "...huh...?"

    The man opened his eyes weakly and saw two faces staring down at him. They both seemed extremely happy, as they were both smiling at him. The face on the right spoke first. "Good to see you're not dead, son."

    The face on the left nodded. "You've been out of it for more than twenty-four hours."

    "...twenty-four...hours? Where am I?" the man asked weakly, trying to sit up but hit by a wave of dizziness.

    "Whoa there. You're not in any shape to be sitting up just yet. You take it easy, okay?" the face on the right said. He turned to look at the other face. "You watch over him, Dominator. I need to go check on some other patients."

    "Right, X1." The one named Dominator looked back down at him. "So, what's your name?"

    "My...name?"

    "Yeah, your name. You do have a name, right?" Dominator asked, squinting his eyes.

    "I...I...I can't remember..." the man said, an edge of fear coming to his face. "Why...why can't I remember?" He tried to clear his mind, to think to who he was, but then he realized he knew nothing. Everything in his mind was a complete and total blank.

    Dominator glanced down worriedly. "You can't remember your name? Can you remember ... anything at all?"

    "...no..." the man said weakly, closed his eyes. "My mind...it's..."

    "It's okay, don't try to force yourself to remember. You took a nasty blow to the head. I'm sure your memories will come back to you over time. For now, you should just try to relax. This should only be temporary." The face that the man knew as Dominator leaned back and the man strained his eyes, getting a better look at him. He was tall, had greenish armor with black spots on it. His hair was completely black with a scar across his right eye that ran down his cheek. "As for where you are, you're at a campsite. We really don't have a name for this place."

    The man nodded weakly. "But where...where is here?"

    Dominator frowned. "You're in the middle of the wastelands, kid."

    "...the wastelands...?" the man asked.

    Dominator sighed. "It sounds like I have a lot to tell you about," he began, but then he began to hear a low snore. "After you awake, I suppose..."