Jokes on me | PoorLittleJoseph
◤♜◢ He strode through the barren wasteland that used to be something akin to civilized. Adam didn't know what the hell happened here, but he wasn't here to ask questions. Grime covered the walls, fading out the wallpaper that might have once been cute. Dismissively, he trotted over cracks that now marred the ground, he stepped around damaged cars, across broken class, shattering beneath his boots. Where was he? Adam, so he was named, looked around, faintly aware that this wasn't where he was moments ago. That's right, he rubbed his the tips of his gloved fingers against the bridge of his nose. Something went wrong. STEM. He remembers that, but not how he wound up from a damn rundown mansion to here. Some shit hole excuse of a city.
“No,” He looked at the small space on his phone screen, the area void of any bars to indicate, “signal.” A massive step back, even the photos he had taken of the rather gruesome research were missing. Strange.
“Looks like we're back at the drawing board.” He said to himself, eyes squinting when he saw a man in the distance. This place was so void of any life, he automatically started a trail towards him. Better get his attention somehow, Adam then pulled his gun out, created skill, not learned, and shot at the ground near the mans feet. If he wanted to hit him, he would have.
