#piined

Samantha was a tall woman, her hair shaved in the front and wildly long in the back. She didn’t know just where she was in this new area. There were no more names from where she came from.

An apocalypse.

"I would like to say I can help you- but I don't think anyone can save you people now, Child."

The apocalypse.

Something Fish was very accustomed to at this point. People screaming in agony. Monsters around every corner, ready to strike at any time. Everything and everything being a potential threat. It was something he was used to. He's lived in this sort of hell almost his entire life. So it wasn't anything new. The portal must have teleported him to some sort of Wasteland. It was about time. He needed to make some sort of progress in finding the Nuclear Throne. And now was a better time than ever. He was ready. He had his shotgun in his hands, prepared if anything was going to strike.

However, something was...different about this particular Wasteland. The abundance of trees, the lack of any enemies thus far, and the foreboding feeling that he felt. It was different. Usually when he was sent to a Wasteland, it'd be immediate danger. Bandits everywhere, bullets flying left and right, utter chaos. However this felt more, quietly sinister. As if someone was watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Fish wasn't afraid, however. Only unsettled. He was prepared for anything to attack him. He knew, that eventually, something would attack. There was no question about it.