Zuma lays on an unpadded bed in a dark room, in the same coma that he had been in for a year. He remained very still, shallow breathing through a respirator. Scientists in white lab coats were running about destroying armfuls of papers but did not bother to check on him. Suddenly, his eyes fly open and he pants heavily. His eyes, once brown but now bright blue, scan the poorly lit room as he takes in a year's worth of information...
A confused Zuma walks over a large gas station. There were only two cars there since a majority of cars were either hydrogen fuel cell or electric cars. His bodysuit that he wore at the lab was replaced by his favorite outfit, a traditional Mexican outfit with two blue feathers in his ear and two stripes of face paint on eh'll each cheek. Zuma couldn't quite remember why he enjoyed this look, but he did very much. He walks into the convenience store and stares at the different snacks, only recognizing a few from 3 years ago. His strange look started to attract attention ...
A confused Zuma walks over a large gas station. There were only two cars there since a majority of cars were either hydrogen fuel cell or electric cars. His bodysuit that he wore at the lab was replaced by his favorite outfit, a traditional Mexican outfit with two blue feathers in his ear and two stripes of face paint on eh'll each cheek. Zuma couldn't quite remember why he enjoyed this look, but he did very much. He walks into the convenience store and stares at the different snacks, only recognizing a few from 3 years ago. His strange look started to attract attention ...
A strange feeling rushing his senses, a slight headache overtook him. Unsure of exactly what this feeling meant, for some reason Shakura's glance was veering toward the man so unrestrained clothed in Native American attire... "Whom was he... a friend or foe...
Zuma could feel someone's eyes on him. He spinned around until his bright blue eyes locked with those the man staring at him. He stared back for a while before turning back around and picking out some nacho cheese snack. He knew them as Doritos, but they had some weird name now that he couldn't pronounce. He glanced back at the man before walking away to the door without paying. The cashier was sound asleep, he couldn't stop Zuma.
Watching the man exit the gas station, he tried a dodging crossing glances of the indigenous man. Hearing the entrance door chime closed behind the man, a heavy static emanated from the radio next to the cashier, before a broadcast began.
<Attention citizens, today there was incident at one of our 'factories'. A large gas leak has been identified within the area. We are asking all citizens to remain indoors, off the streets and await further instruction. A full town evacuating is seeming very likely, so please be ready if the order comes down>
And just as quickly as the broadcast played, it ceased. Moving out from his aile, Shakura set down his basket of goods on the counter, before walking out. Untrusting of high end corporations or government, with his enhanced sense of smell, took a gentle whiff at the air. That's all he needed.
Smelling no type of foreign essence within the air aside from the smog that lightly blanketed the city, Shakura knew the broadcast was a ploy meant to cover us some kind of mishap. Having already been unconsentually abducted by the nation's government, flash backs began to warp his psyche. He had to make a conscious effort to sedate his rage. Having narrowly escaped from a facility himself he refused to go back. Throwing up the hood to his his sleeveless vest, Shakura turned the opposite direction of the man the just left before him. Taking only a few steps, he stopped in his tracks. Having heard a loud popping sound, someone or something had just broke the sound barrier and was fast approaching. Holding a hand up over his eyes to shield them passive aggressively from the blinding rays of the sun, a pair of silhouette figures entered his line of vision.
<Attention citizens, today there was incident at one of our 'factories'. A large gas leak has been identified within the area. We are asking all citizens to remain indoors, off the streets and await further instruction. A full town evacuating is seeming very likely, so please be ready if the order comes down>
And just as quickly as the broadcast played, it ceased. Moving out from his aile, Shakura set down his basket of goods on the counter, before walking out. Untrusting of high end corporations or government, with his enhanced sense of smell, took a gentle whiff at the air. That's all he needed.
Smelling no type of foreign essence within the air aside from the smog that lightly blanketed the city, Shakura knew the broadcast was a ploy meant to cover us some kind of mishap. Having already been unconsentually abducted by the nation's government, flash backs began to warp his psyche. He had to make a conscious effort to sedate his rage. Having narrowly escaped from a facility himself he refused to go back. Throwing up the hood to his his sleeveless vest, Shakura turned the opposite direction of the man the just left before him. Taking only a few steps, he stopped in his tracks. Having heard a loud popping sound, someone or something had just broke the sound barrier and was fast approaching. Holding a hand up over his eyes to shield them passive aggressively from the blinding rays of the sun, a pair of silhouette figures entered his line of vision.
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