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For the ninth day in a row Ichigo Kurosaki wakes up, opens his eyes, and discovers he's not where he went to sleep. At this point, it isn't a surprise anymore. He sits up, his back stiff and sore from sleeping with a backpack on. He swings the thing off and lays it on the ground in front of him, opening it up so he can put on his clothes. After all, if you had fallen asleep twice fully clothed and woken up naked both times, you'd start sleeping naked too. By the third day Ichigo gave up and learned to sleep with his clothes stuffed in a bag on his back.
He's been in Shatter nine days. Nine days without meeting a living soul, nine days of wondering if he's the last human alive on this stupid planet. Nine days to get from Japan to (he thinks) America. And he barely remembers any of it.
Fully clothed now, Ichigo stands up and stretches, trying to recall his dreams from the night before. They're his only way of figuring out where he is at this point. He's silent for a few seconds, letting it come to him slowly. Mostly it's the same. Darkness, running, pale white sand, more darkness. But then something different. People. The smell of people living, breathing. He sees buildings, food, signs and lights and most importantly, people.
Adjusting the straps on his bag to make it small enough to fit him, Ichigo turns in a circle, trying to figure out where it found them, these people, this city. Before long he stops, takes a deep breath, and starts walking. He's nervous, and they can't be more than a day's walk. Looks like it's time to say hello.
[Ichigo's about a half a day's walk from Metropolis.]
He's been in Shatter nine days. Nine days without meeting a living soul, nine days of wondering if he's the last human alive on this stupid planet. Nine days to get from Japan to (he thinks) America. And he barely remembers any of it.
Fully clothed now, Ichigo stands up and stretches, trying to recall his dreams from the night before. They're his only way of figuring out where he is at this point. He's silent for a few seconds, letting it come to him slowly. Mostly it's the same. Darkness, running, pale white sand, more darkness. But then something different. People. The smell of people living, breathing. He sees buildings, food, signs and lights and most importantly, people.
Adjusting the straps on his bag to make it small enough to fit him, Ichigo turns in a circle, trying to figure out where it found them, these people, this city. Before long he stops, takes a deep breath, and starts walking. He's nervous, and they can't be more than a day's walk. Looks like it's time to say hello.
[Ichigo's about a half a day's walk from Metropolis.]