Expedition - Primeval drabble
The other Becker had not found his way home.
On the bright side, at least he hadn’t returned to a world where his double was living his life. But he hadn’t returned to his own life either. Instead he appeared to be in on a grassy plain with a herd of some sort of grazing dinosaur-thing peacefully feeding.
In his experience there was no such thing as peaceful. Unfortunately the anomaly had closed.
He wasn’t in an alternative timeline any more. Probably.
Becker had a gun. He had survival skills. He’d find another anomaly.
He began his expedition, heading north.
Continued in Falling
On the bright side, at least he hadn’t returned to a world where his double was living his life. But he hadn’t returned to his own life either. Instead he appeared to be in on a grassy plain with a herd of some sort of grazing dinosaur-thing peacefully feeding.
In his experience there was no such thing as peaceful. Unfortunately the anomaly had closed.
He wasn’t in an alternative timeline any more. Probably.
Becker had a gun. He had survival skills. He’d find another anomaly.
He began his expedition, heading north.
Continued in Falling