Arrival, 8/24/08
Aug. 24th, 2008 02:12 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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.