Changed world 2

The air, once thick with tension, had now settled to a more bearable level. The man released his hilt and locked eyes with Jack, noticing an unusual lifelessness in Jack's gaze. This, coupled with his dry and pale skin, hinted at exposure to the sun for an extended period.

"I'm Leo, and these are my comrades, Hewitt and Bin," Jackson introduced, gesturing towards his companions. Jack observed them, now able to discern Hewitt with blonde hair and Bin with extremely short hair. After a moment's pause, he realized they were waiting for his response.

"Oh!" Jack exclaimed, recognizing his lapse in courtesy. There was something oddly inviting about the three men, and an unexpected desire to feed crossed Jack's mind. "My name's Jack," he said, extending his hand for a handshake, attempting to conceal his peculiar thoughts.

Leo approached confidently, shaking Jack's hand, while Hewitt and Bin opted to keep a cautious distance. Trusting a stranger, especially one who had seemingly fallen from the sky, was no small matter.

Leo's handshake revealed the rugged texture of Jack's hand, hinting at experiences far removed from the ordinary. As they disengaged, Jack inquired, "You mentioned this planet is called Garklin. Shouldn't there be a place with civilization if I've stumbled upon you guys here?"

"Certainly, the shelter is where you'll find people," Leo replied, pondering Jack's lack of awareness. Initially, Leo had considered the possibility that Jack had been bullied or pranked, given his seemingly vulnerable demeanor. But the confusion deepened—why was Jack unaware of the shelter?

The shelter, a crucial refuge built on every conquered planet during the great war, served various purposes, including protection for those hunting the formidable beasts unleashed during the conflict.

"Can you take me there?" Jack requested, his ignorance of the surroundings and the state of the world evident.

"Of course, you can join us," Leo agreed, despite the apprehension reflected in his team's expressions.

"But first..." Leo glanced at Jack's attire, noting its inadequacy, particularly the exposed backside.

"Oh, yeah," Jack acknowledged, examining his clothes, still marked by a claw's imprint on his abdomen. Leo, the most sensible of the group, provided Jack with additional clothing, a gesture met with indifference from Hewitt and Bin.

As they set off for the shelter, Leo and his companions, initially on their way, were interrupted by Jack's unexpected descent from the sky. During their journey, Jack inquired about the world's situation and the reason for their presence on a different planet. Shockingly, Earth had fallen prey to the Undeads, catching Jack off guard.

Though curious about the existence of the Undead, Jack absorbed the grim reality. In less than a week, these creatures, once relegated to fantasy stories, had seized control of Earth. Initial attacks dismissed as minor issues escalated, prompting world leaders to convene and send troops to investigate. The revelation that these formidable foes were the Undeads, possessing abilities beyond human comprehension, left humanity in a state of perplexity and fear.

The Undeads' takeover had forced humans to adapt, building shelters on every conquered planet during the great war. These shelters weren't just a refuge; they were a symbol of survival, strategically placed for those engaged in the relentless pursuit of the monstrous beasts. Leo, having assumed Jack's awareness of this reality, couldn't fathom how someone could be ignorant of such a fundamental aspect of their existence.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Jack's journey with Leo and his team continued, each step unraveling more about the world Jack found himself in. The sun cast long shadows as they traversed the unfamiliar terrain, a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

As Jack became more acquainted with his newfound companions, he couldn't shake the tension lingering between Hewitt and Bin. Their reluctance to engage with him hinted at underlying distrust or perhaps a shared history that Jack was not privy to. Nevertheless, Jack remained indifferent; having never experienced friendship before, the opinions of others held little sway over him.

Leo, on the other hand, exhibited a level of sensibility that set him apart. His willingness to extend a helping hand and provide Jack with suitable clothing showcased a practicality born out of survival instincts. The harsh realities of a world dominated by Undeads demanded a certain resilience, a trait Leo embodied.

The landscape unfolded like a vast tapestry, revealing remnants of a civilization disrupted by the Undead invasion. The echoes of a once thriving world now whispered through abandoned structures and desolate streets. Jack, guided by Leo's steady leadership, absorbed the surreal juxtaposition of the familiar and the alien.

Their journey also served as an opportunity for Jack to delve into the details of the Undead uprising. Leo recounted the initial confusion and disbelief as the Undeads emerged, their attacks escalating with each passing day. Governments, bound by peace treaties, found themselves defenseless against an enemy devoid of nationality or allegiance.

As the situation worsened, world leaders convened to understand the unprecedented threat. Investigations revealed the true nature of the attackers—creatures with abilities that surpassed human comprehension. The Undeads, once confined to the realms of fantasy, now held dominion over Earth.

The enormity of the revelation left Jack contemplative. His quest for understanding extended beyond the Undeads; it encompassed the very essence of humanity's struggle for survival in a world forever altered by forces beyond its control.

With each step towards the shelter, Jack's journey mirrored the collective odyssey of humankind. The remnants of a shattered past lay strewn across the landscape, serving as a stark reminder of the sacrifices made in the pursuit of a future free from the shadows cast by the Undeads.

The sun dipped below the horizon as Jack, guided by Leo, entered the shelter—a beacon of hope amidst the desolate landscape. Within its fortified walls, a bustling microcosm of survival unfolded. Leo unraveled the shelter's intricacies, from resource management to alliances, revealing a society shaped by the perpetual threat of the Undead.

As Jack integrated into this community, faces etched with stories of resilience greeted him. Leo, acting as a bridge, facilitated his acceptance. The shelter, once a haven, now bore witness to shared traumas, a tapestry woven by individuals seeking sanctuary.

Amidst the ebb and flow of life within the shelter, Jack discovered a newfound camaraderie. The resilience of the human spirit resonated, a testament to adaptability and endurance. The Undead threat loomed, casting a shadow over every interaction, yet within this crucible of adversity, Jack found fragments of connection. In navigating the delicate balance between survival and normalcy, he became not just a solitary figure, but a part of something larger—a symbol of humanity's enduring spirit in the face of unimaginable challenges.

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