...

BANG!

A shot rang through the Forest, multiple footsteps echo throughout the area as the leaves crunch on the heavy weight of feet, a man wearing what seems to be a green woodland hood, an utility vest with a small lantern hanging onto it, a duffel bag and black combat pants with some knee-pads was dashing through the forest while multiple figures follow behind, occasionally the man would fire one or two bullets at the figures, but no matter what he did, if one goes down another one takes its place as more of them kept appearing.

He just attracted a group of Taggers.

Tagger

"FUCKING BULLSHIT EASY MISSION MY ASS!" He yelled as he kept moving through the trees and knows that he can't outrun those charred bastards forever, let alone get shot by those damn cultists who praised the conflagration that nearly wiped the damn world, like hell, are they fucking brain dead to the point they worship that near end-of-the-world disaster? Doesn't matter anymore, thoughts aside, he continues to bolt through the woods until he came across a decaying makeshift bridge that looks like its about to collapse, the river looks contaminated due to the abundance of bones.

"Fuck, if this bridge collapses on me i am good as dead." The man muttered under his breath, its a life and death situation and if he doesn't act the horde will catch up...

"FUCK IT!"
He yelled, and prepared to cross the short but dangerous bridge, he mustered his strength in his legs in hopes to run faster... And he ran, ran for the bridge right as the crowd of Taggers just appeared behind the treeline and dashed towards him, he ran and jumped on a bunch of debris in hopes to slow down the crowd, but at that moment.

The bridge began to collapse under the heavy weight of the Tagger crowd, he has to act fast, NOW!

He made a mad dash to the other side as the bridge collapses faster, he can't make it in time...

Unless...

He knew it would be a giant risk but he only has one shot.
'I hope those parkour training with Rowan paid off.' he thought and sprinted towards a blockade and jumped over it, landing on a box and jumped on a flipped over car and just when he was about to reach safety.

The bridge under him broke and he jumped as a last chance, putting his arms up high trying to grab onto parts of the bridge that hasn't collapsed...
...

"Hnk!"
The man got hit by something in the head enough to make him nearly unconscious and fell down to the river, the last thing he sees while falling down to the contaminated river is a sphere...
a sphere that emitted a small glow of purple and he just so happened to hit it... Or enter it? Either it was lady luck's doing or fate had more in store for the man, the spherical like rift that took the man dissappears, the only thing he left behind as evidence of his mark on this burnt world is his dog tags.

Desmond Arkadiy.
03-17-79
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Hello folks, thanks for reading this short prologue and now our protagonist got thrown into Terra, if you find this read enjoyable, please leave a vote as that would greatly help me push out a chapter, if you have any criticism please leave it in the comments, anything will help, now i go now!

March 30 2022
Made small changes to this Prologue