The return
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The body laid upon the ground among the tall grass for hours. Is it… dead?
A stray dog came over it and sniffled at the pack near it. A sudden movement and the dog runs quickly off.
His eyes opened slowly, his vision still fuzzy after the fall from the crash.
Where?
He asked himself, half confused yet somewhat hopeful as he'd liked to believe he was free, for a long time that had only been a dream, within another dream which ended up always as a disappointment. This time however, it seemed different, that smell of the fresh fragrance of the wild land, it smelled more real than before…
Enduring the pain, the short figure stirred itself up and limped slowly into the nearby shades of the trees, a great metal blade hanging across his back...
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//Marty pretents not to be excited upon hearing of Dietrick's return.
