Martin Darkov - 8th generation (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theguideless) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
exsiliumlogs2014-03-10 06:09 am
theguideless) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-03-10 06:09 am
Entry tags:
full circle
Date & Time: 5/30/2013
Location: outskirts of un-nuked Exsilium
Characters: Martin, a zombie
Summary: with time travel you are never late
Warnings: gross sad etc
He never remembered the date on his own, but he had loved ones who knew. Odd, not remembering one's own disappearance...and sad, knowing others never forgot. It was fortunate that this kind of trip left no one waiting or wondering; he'd be back before anyone noticed at all. And then? Then...big things were going to happen. A lot was going to change.
But before Martin could go forward, he went back, driven by a strong feeling in his heart.
Back to that place he remembered so much better than the snow-covered hovels he'd spent his time in lately. To streets he'd walked (and run, and hid among) before, where the start if his new life had been.
Past the building he knew as something of a home, the place he could always go back to and find someone there waiting for him. But not the someone he was looking for just then.
It'd have been strange, too, to see himself, no doubt sleeping. He tried not to think about it as he left the building behind.
He left the city itself behind, out into barren, scraggly fields and a dappling of weak, but stubborn trees. Not a single step was faltered, no hesitations in direction; he felt a warmth growing in his chest, a tug just behind his collarbone that told him where to go.
He'd always know where to go;
it was just a matter of who he'd find at the end of his journey.
"Bariyan."
Location: outskirts of un-nuked Exsilium
Characters: Martin, a zombie
Summary: with time travel you are never late
Warnings: gross sad etc
He never remembered the date on his own, but he had loved ones who knew. Odd, not remembering one's own disappearance...and sad, knowing others never forgot. It was fortunate that this kind of trip left no one waiting or wondering; he'd be back before anyone noticed at all. And then? Then...big things were going to happen. A lot was going to change.
But before Martin could go forward, he went back, driven by a strong feeling in his heart.
Back to that place he remembered so much better than the snow-covered hovels he'd spent his time in lately. To streets he'd walked (and run, and hid among) before, where the start if his new life had been.
Past the building he knew as something of a home, the place he could always go back to and find someone there waiting for him. But not the someone he was looking for just then.
It'd have been strange, too, to see himself, no doubt sleeping. He tried not to think about it as he left the building behind.
He left the city itself behind, out into barren, scraggly fields and a dappling of weak, but stubborn trees. Not a single step was faltered, no hesitations in direction; he felt a warmth growing in his chest, a tug just behind his collarbone that told him where to go.
He'd always know where to go;
it was just a matter of who he'd find at the end of his journey.
"Bariyan."