InsaneJournal

WHO: Zidane & Sam.
WHERE: At one of the farms, out east.
WHAT: Zid meets Sam, out on a farm~
RATING PG.
STATUS: Private, new.

Zidane was familiar with towns and villages of all sizes, but when it came to technology, well… that changed things a bit. A lot, actually. He’d only been in this place for roughly a week, and he was still getting used to a few things, one being whatever was responsible for the lights and stuff. Back home, lights involved wax candles, and oil lanterns. Wood, too, of course, but nothing like this town. It wasn’t the only difference that he noticed, and it wasn’t enough to really count as disturbing, but still… Zidane wanted to find something familiar.

That ‘something’ turned out to be a farm, not too far from the town’s perimeter wall.

Zidane had set out early in the morning, and it took him a few hours to reach the nearest farm house. He wasn’t planning on staying out here all day, but as he had no way of knowing what to expect, ZIdane brought along a bottle of water, some layered food called a ‘sandwich’, and his own belongings, such as his daggers. His little expedition took him past some cornfield, and straight to the single, medium-sized farm house. From the looks of it, the house had been abandoned for a long time. It was tempting to break in, given that the front door was locked— or barred, even, but he had a change of mind almost as soon as he touched the door knob.

He stepped off the front porch and made his way round the side of the house, but he had worse luck there. Worse referring to that peculiar feeling he got, as soon as he came close to the house. Feeling a little unnerved (and annoyed), Zidane left the house and headed for the cornfield. If there was something worth his time here, it would be in the cornfield, right? He couldn’t explain why, but he felt that the cornfield was important somehow. He certainly felt stupid, pushing his way through the high stalks, but as he began to speed up, Zidane literally tripped over what he had been searching for.

The teenager tripped over someone laying on the ground, and ZIdane ended up face-planting, dropping his leather bag of food. Cursing, Zidane rolled onto his back and pushed himself up into a sitting position, his long tail sweeping across the dead grass behind him.


“Hey, what gives..!? What are you... huh?“ Trailing off, Zidane blinked, and rolled forward onto his knees and shuffled over to the stranger. He began to say something, changed his mind, and without a second thought on the matter, Zidane reached out and pushed the guy’s shoulder with enough force that the guy would definitely notice- if he was still alive, that is. If he was dead, this wouldn’t be the first time ZIdane would see a dead body, but he had to hope for the best. He hadn’t met anyone since arriving in town, and he wasn’t prepared to find out he was truly on his own.