The Jungles of Null Island were not a welcoming place. Less so in the Flux Zone that occupied so much of the island. It was like Australia's evil twin brother, with a mean streak that was actively out to get you.
Alexander S. Kent the 3rd didn't want to say he was lost. He had an idea where he was going, and no matter how many times he felt like he was turned around, he could count on seeing the top of Mt. Spite if he looked hard enough and at the right angle.
And yet, he couldn't help shake the feeling that he was, in fact, lost.
Worst yet, Alex didn't want to be here. He hadn't planned to go out into the jungles today, especially not into the Flux Zone. Too bad for him that the voices had other ideas. It had been practically demanded that he go somewhere that wasn't specified for reasons that weren't clear. All he knew was that someone had pointed him in a general direction and long story short, here he was, walking through the jungles for reasons he didn't know. For all he knew, the voices were just trolling him and leading him around in circles for laugh.
As he continued through the jungles, one of the shotguns from Mt. Spite in his hands, about the only thing keeping Alexander Kent from saying he was definitively lost was that he had a direction to follow. Technically, several directions, but that was neither here nor there. Wherever the voices wanted him to go and whatever they wanted him to do, the kept pointing him in a direction. While the direction kept changing, he couldn't tell if that was because he was being messed with or if it was just a natural consequence of the way the Flux Zone worked.
"I hate this island." He huffed under his breath as he continued forward.
Alexander S. Kent the 3rd didn't want to say he was lost. He had an idea where he was going, and no matter how many times he felt like he was turned around, he could count on seeing the top of Mt. Spite if he looked hard enough and at the right angle.
And yet, he couldn't help shake the feeling that he was, in fact, lost.
Worst yet, Alex didn't want to be here. He hadn't planned to go out into the jungles today, especially not into the Flux Zone. Too bad for him that the voices had other ideas. It had been practically demanded that he go somewhere that wasn't specified for reasons that weren't clear. All he knew was that someone had pointed him in a general direction and long story short, here he was, walking through the jungles for reasons he didn't know. For all he knew, the voices were just trolling him and leading him around in circles for laugh.
As he continued through the jungles, one of the shotguns from Mt. Spite in his hands, about the only thing keeping Alexander Kent from saying he was definitively lost was that he had a direction to follow. Technically, several directions, but that was neither here nor there. Wherever the voices wanted him to go and whatever they wanted him to do, the kept pointing him in a direction. While the direction kept changing, he couldn't tell if that was because he was being messed with or if it was just a natural consequence of the way the Flux Zone worked.
"I hate this island." He huffed under his breath as he continued forward.
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