Nov 6, 2015
All the Way in Battery City...
Tate was hot. Really hot. And all he could see for miles was desert. He didn't know how he got here, what year it was, or why everything seemed so damn foreign. Where was he? He looks at what he's wearing. These are the last things he remembers wearing. A black tight sweater, black denim pants, and black Doc Martens. Again, not quite suitable for the heat. He starts walking, trying to find some sort of life. And he thinks he does as he's walking, hearing a rumbling out in the distance. Maybe they'd stop, or he'd keep walking. @desolated-detonator