Tired. God, he was so tired. In every sense of the word, physically and mentally. What he wouldn’t give for a minute of being able to rest...
After hours of constantly being on the move he was finally starting to slow down. He wasn’t even sure what he was running from at this point - Octarians? Robots? Some metaphorical rubbish like his past? It felt like all of that had come into play over the last 24 hours. What an utter nightmare...this felt surreal to him beyond words.
To his relief, the most recent dome he’d come across seemed almost barren - essentially just a large cave with some machinery and a lake of purple ink making up most of the interior. No one in sight - Octarians, Robots, nothing. Maybe here he could take a minute to rest...
As he leaned against a cavern wall, trying to get a grip on himself, some monstrous figure began emerging from the lake. Oiwi immediately threw himself to the ground, as flat as he could be. He looked to his right to get a good glimpse at the creature. Yet another robot or some insane weapon that resembled the ones he’d narrowly avoided earlier...except he couldn’t tell what this one was capable of. It looked like just a massive orb, resting on the surface of the ink.
Fortunately, it seemed he’d been able to get out of sight before the creature noticed him. Between his low profile and the low lighting, he figured he could hide here until whatever the hell this was surfaced back below the lake. Which hopefully wouldn’t be too long, last thing he wanted to do was give the Octarians a chance to catch up to him...
