He was lying on cold grass, the scent of pine heavy in the air. Mountains loomed above him, their peaks still dusted with snow. A chill breeze swept across the valley, carrying the cry of distant birds.
He sat up slowly, his head throbbing. His right hand instinctively touched his face, feeling the where his left eye should have been is Gone. His left arm ended at the shoulder, Is all Metal a Bionic pro-to adamantium arm. The bunny's mocking words echoed in his skull:
"A sacrifice for power. An eye for vision. An arm for strength ."
Joshua exhaled sharply, pushing the memories aside. He had no time for despair. He knew this wasn't his old world. The terrain, the air—it felt different. He stood, legs shaky at first, then steadier.
"Alright… Alright... first of all where the hell am I? and what Year is it?" he muttered.
Joshua scanned his surroundings like the soldier he had been. Pine forests, a steep drop, and rocky ridges. Remote. Sparse. Hard to survive without preparation.
"Step one," he told himself. "Get out of this mountain. Find people. Find out the year, month and day. or if this World is already Ran by Zombies."
He broke into a run— He was Fast, Running 110 mph. His body obeyed him better than ever before. He ran full speed down the mountain paths, leaping rocks and fallen logs with practiced parkour movements as if he done this a Million times. He felt alive he was Running for 10 Minutes straight yet he doesn't feel any fatigue.
By the time he reached the first sign of civilization—the small town of Ashton, Idaho, just west of Island Park—his body felt alive. Strong. Efficient. Almost frightening.
Joshua approached a gas station
Joshua's Speaking with an Firm Voice Spoke. "Hey Sir, What's the date? The year and where this is?."
The man blinked, confused, but answered, "May 8. 2007 and where in Ashton, Idaho you don't even know that much kid? where the hell have you been living all this time? under a rock?" he laughed.
Joshua's Ignoring the comment of the older Fellow his chest tightened. His mind raced. 2007 may 8. That meant three years before the outbreak, he was in luck.
Joshua thank the old man and Left Running and the Old man Looking at him was Speech-less. "Boy Wonder his faster than my Car"
While Running Joshua only 1 thing in his head and it was Three years, He has 3 more years to prepare. Three years to build. Three years to turn this cursed world survivable.
His lips curled into a grim smile beneath the weight of reality. "Then I'll be ready when the dead rise."