Coming out of the building, he noticed most part of it was on flames, a little shocked at what was happening around. Did he not just fall asleep some moments ago? The environment had changed, something was definitely amiss. Time had seemingly sped up and everywhere seemed quiet and strange. This feeling he was having, what was it? Where was this sense of urgency coming from, it seemed like he was running out of time. He just had to start running, sensing a direction with his mind.
He took off, not knowing where his mind was guiding him to. He then noticed the street in which the building was had the name 7th street. Was that the street name or was it an hint his mind perceived? Too many questions on his mind but too little time his mind kept shouting. Where the heck was he running like this to?
Coming to a border, the name written there was REVIVAL CITY, I must have been at 7th street, revival city, he thought to himself. Why was he never aware of such a place? Just keep running, his mind kept hammering.
About 5 kilometers from the border he had passed, the scenery had changed greatly, and it seemed like he was running into danger, he couldn't shake off that feeling. THE BAG should be around here somewhere he said quietly. Slowing his steps down to observe the environment more.
Now this was scary, few moments ago he slept off only to wake up in a building on fire, then the sense of urgency came making him run as if being chased, now here he is, creeping around some harsh and potentially hostile environment with the words "THE BAG SHOULD BE HERE SOMEWHERE" slowly hampering at the back of his mind. What in the name of anything bad could be happening to me he growled.
Almost immediately after spotting some group of nasty looking pluttons in what seemed like an old inventory store, something crossed his mind. These weren't innocent pluttons who had no mind and gut for crimes. These pluttons were the members of the notorious insurgency group that had risen up in the late 18th century with the purpose of getting back at the government known as the purple pluttons.
Well, going forwarf, he had to be careful, this was no joke. Observing from his position of hiding, he discovered that the people carting away stuffs from the old building were dangerously armed. He couldn't turn back now, he'd be spotted since they were now outside the building. He had to move in closer to take a look at their carriage which was covered with cloths. All the while he had been watching, that carriage had been shaking, he wondered what was in it.
Part-two-will-be-out-soon.
