[PDA - 1.3]
[Earth Calendar - ??-??-????]
[Time - 1611 - 4:11 PM]
[Weather Status - Cloudy]
[PDA Restoration Progress - 17%]

How long has it been since he was walking towards the smoke? A hour? 30 minutes? He doesn't know, he doesn't even bother to check the time but he knows the sun is setting, double timing it won't help up the walking process thanks to his injured leg from the branch earlier.

Walking towards the smoke over the horizon has been a bit uneventful, nothing out of the ordinary happens except for a few encounters with strange wildlife that he encountered along the way, his first encounter with wildlife was some... moving rock slug? What the hell even is that thing anyways? He can now atleast half-confirm his sudden theory of this world being the past version of earth is wrong, but still, he required answers on what this place is.

Suddenly, his PDA rang to life as a notification popped up.
"Wha? A notification?"

Desmond quickly tippity tapped the buttons on his PDA to access the notifications
[PDA Restoration Progress]
PDA... Restoration? Progress?!
What the hell does this mean? Well one way to find out, he opens the system generated message to view its contents.
[PDA Restoration Progress]
- Data Restoration of the Auxillary PDA 1.3 has reached 17 percent, new options have been unlocked below this message.
[Crafting]

Crafting... And Radio options? I guess they will become handy in the future, he decided to check the Crafting menu to see what he can do with this.

[Crafting Menu]
{Resources Compatiable for Crafting}
- Broken M1911 Parts 2x

[Shiv]
- Rag
- Broken Piece of Glass

[Axe]
- 3 Sticks
- 1 Rock
- Any sharpening tool [Rock, Knife, Sharpener, etc.]
...
The list goes on, in summary, he has 14 crafting recipes, most of them for basic survival which will prove useful to him while exploring, the idea of crafting made him wonder.
'So, if i were to create a Axe, i'll need what the recipes say, well since i don't have a melee weapon and the only weapons i can use are my M1911 and the Burning Hail, i should gather the materials.'
He looked at his surroundings after observing the crafting recipe.

He walked around the area, gathering the necessary materials to create a simple axe, after a good minute or 2, he picked up the last rock required to sharpen the axe blade when his PDA alerted him again.
'What now?' Desmond thought as he looked over the PDA, a notification came through indicating he can craft a simple axe.
'Wow, okay.'
He read the alert thoroughly, which paid off as he was the type to litterally read quicklg and forget it later.
[Craft.]
This option can be interacted, strange, for the sake of his own curiousity and clicked.

All of the sudden the sticks and stone he was holding a while ago dissipated into the air in a blue flash as a axe appears on his right hand...
"What... The hell?"
Desmond muttered as he observed the newly accuqired axe, it looked modernized and not primitive, the sticks he just picked up wont even be able to survive a single swing and just snap, but the handle feels strengthed, just what?

'Okay, its been a hour and i already learned multiple things here, first, weird black rocks, second, this is probably not earth, third, weird looking slugs and finally, my fucking PDA can craft stuff like these out of nowwhere.'
He is very confused and dumbfounded by the knowledge he learned, but he shoved it aside, and looked towards the south, the smoke was still far from where he is, its probably even going to take him a day to get there!

Sighing, he continues his journey towards the smoke, having to climb up hills which is tiring as hell not to mention his leg injury still exists, also bringing stinging pain to the list of problems while walking to the smoke that is his destination.

This will be one painful, tiring and boring walk to the smoke...

It got dark sometime later, as a result he couldn't see the smoke and had to settle down near some trees which will now serve as his shelter for the time being.
'Christ, how long does it take to spark this piece of...'
Desmond was struggling to ignite a fire with some rocks and tinder, he wasn't using matches unless in emergency situations.
'For. Fucks. Sake, light up!'

And the tinder finally burnt, slowly spreading across the wood huddled around together. Desmond sighs and sits back on a tree, the warm air of the small campfire engulfs him as he slowly drifts off to sleep, but struggles to thanks to sleeping in a unfamiliar enviroment and rough dirt, even if that stands in the way his drowsiness is stronger, finally putting him into a good rest...

3rd Person POV
[Terran Calendar - 08/28/1098]
[Time - 6:42 PM]
As Desmond settles down to sleep, unbeknownst to him, someone has been tailing him from afar starting from where he made his axe, at first they were only spying on him for quite some time and were slightly disinterested, until a blue light just appeared near the man they were observing and out came an axe, intrigued by such Arts, as they think that is, they began following Desmond to where he is now.

Under the moonlight, the figure can be seen wearing a hood over their head to conceal their identity while wielding a sword, slowly and silently approaching the person they were tailgating, until...

Snap.

The hooded figure just stepped on a branch, and the person jolted awake while holding the same axe they saw.

Upon closer inspection of the person, the figure knows they are facing against a male but they can't tell from what race, his woodland camo hood along with the shade obscured his face, they locked eyes with eachother for a second before the man got up and aimed his axe at them, he yelled in some sort of language they don't understand, but from the accent they can tell they're probably facing a Ursus wanderer, or what they think it is.

"Ah~, it seems i don't understand what you said, well enough manners then."
A feminine voice exits from the hooded figure, and she withdrew her sword, ready to fight.

[PDA 1.3]
[Earth Calendar - ??-??-????]
[Time - 1851 - 6:51 PM]
[Weather Status - Clear Sky]
[PDA Restoration Progress 19%]
Desmond suddenly jolts awake from a branch cracking from something heavy, it was his instincts who woke him up for potential dangers
'Goddamnit... What the-'
He looks around and then he saw a figure, their face hidden by a hood and respirator, he can't tell who they are, but one thing is for sure, definitely a hostile.
"Who the fuck are you? Identify yourself nutclown!" He yelled in Russian, in turn, the person speaks but he doesn't understand a single thing from that strange language, but atleast he knows who he is up against from that tone of voice, yep, that voice sounded feminine.

Good lord, not even 5 minutes into his sleep and he suddenly gets jumped by some hooded woman with a sword that she unsheathed, not worth using his M1911 on this person, he's already tired and slightly pissed.

And he now confirmed one of his theories that this "earth" is definitely inhabited. Goddamn, no breaks for the tired eh?

[Chapter End.]

Hello again, thank you for taking your time to read this weird fanfiction, as now, our man is already tired and in need of a break, but this person refuses to, well sorry for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger, as always please rate thia story if you somehow enjoyed it and leave criticism in the comments if i made any dumb mistake, and goodbye.