Snippet #2691710

Sheras had missed the ranch house during her arrival, that was probably due to the fact that she loved to fly low and dodge objects while listening to drum n bass mixes, no idea why she liked it but there she was enjoying it like crazy.

As she scratched the side of her head she forgot about the blood, it was indeed a messy scene to see. Luckily no one's around, I'll have to wash myself aswell later, can't go to town like this...probably...who knows what goes in these times. I don't know who knows but I know who doesn't know... thought she before yelling MEE!! goddamit amnesia!!.

Shortly after she realized there's no wood around there she heard a voice inquiring about food. She turned around to see what seemed to be a paraplegic of the future. oh, I see McDonalds didn't die out...what a surprise the man was floating on a disk which was pretty cool. The man was holding a piece of wood...as a weapon? woo, hello there, I was planning to cook it first, but I need a fire for that...who...are you? I hope these are not your cows, you can keep the rest I'm only passing by.

Just in case she drew her Deagle out again and hid it behind her back to avoid showing hostility, yet she cocked it should this man reveal himself some kind of android/magical demigod freak or something, you never know.