Arrival, 8/24/08

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A man is walking down a street somewhere in the Bahamas. He is in his 50s or 60s, but moves like one much younger. He is carrying a hunting bag.

A light flashes and the world melts away. When it returns, he is in the middle of a wasteland. He frowns, perplexed, then shrugs and looks around. After a few moments he decides to start a campfire, and does so.

He takes some meat out of the hunting bag and cooks it.

I seem to have been transported to America--or what's left of it. Looks like the midwest, Kansas or maybe Nebraska. Flyover country, he thinks. How odd.

He starts eating.