The End of Dreams

Excellent.. He thought. She was quite naive, and as long as he threw a compliment or two her way, he could probably keep her with him as long as he needed. What an excellent pawn for finding a way out of this stupid wasteland. He had no idea where he was. The girl talked as if she just suddenly woke up here too.. kind of. He wasn't sure what she meant by "survivors".. perhaps she was with some other people and all of them were attacked?

"Hey.. girl.. what is your name?"

"Baine.." He said without any enthusiasm. When she said 'island', he stopped and turned back to her. "Island..? Did you just say we're on an island..?" How in the world did he get onto an island? And was it all wasteland or was it just this area?

He crossed his arms. "I wasn't in a stupid plane. I don't know what you're talking about. Up until recently, I had my own private jet, and even if I was on that, it wouldn't have the likes of you on it. Besides, where is the smoke? the fire? The debris?" The plane crash must have been what she was referring to when she mentioned survivors. But he didn't remember ever seeing a plane crash. Maybe it happened farther away on the island and this girl wandered here? It could have been a complete coincidence..

"Alright.. lead me to this crashed plane.. I wanna see for myself."

He couldn't tell if she was showing him the way or abandoning him. He was about to say something when he heard growling behind him. He turned to notice more mutated wolves facing him. They came from all directions. They simply ignored Violet and walked right past her, as if they had a deep hatred for Baine.

Baine summoned the scythe as the wolves pounced at him. While a single slash of the weapon killed them, there were simply too many to avoid any injuries. He wasn't trained enough in combat to be able to dodge them. Inevitably, he fell to the ground as a select few surviving wolves pounced on top of him.