I am surrounded. Primitive weapons are held by half-naked men, whom I immediately assume to be some type of cavemen. All the weapons are lowered menacingly, ready to be used at a moments notice. I know that I am better equipped than all these menaces, as well as being taller and the fittest I have ever been, and probably ever will be. I know nothing of these strange creatures, so the best move that I can make is to back off. I take four tentative steps backwards.
A sharp pain shoots through my back. A dagger-like piece of rock jutting out from the cliff behind me stabs through my suit, releasing my only air, as well as some of my courage. The information screen on the inside of my helmet’s visor reads that the air is breathable, though the oxygen content is marginally higher than what I am used to back home. As I stop the rushing air from my backup air tank, it turns eerily quiet, with the only sound I can hear being the grunting of the cave people as they stand tensely, waiting for any sudden moves from me. The original reason for this adventure was to document what the early humans were like, though I have got much closer than I intend to. I talk into my radio, begging for help and telling my team what my status and my situation is. No reply. 685Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU8SlTXsvtC
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The radio waves must not be able to get through the portal. I have no presence of mind to try and escape, as those spears, though primitive in their design and materials, look extremely sharp, and I daresay that they will not hesitate to make me look like a human pincushion should I make any move. I slowly move my hands away from my body, hoping not to alarm them. As my hands reach above my head, they charge. My hands fly down to my holster. It’s too late.
They swarm over me, grabbing my limbs and pinning them to the rock behind me, so I can’t move a muscle. My wrists are grabbed, pulled behind me and tied with an old frayed rope made out of vines. They wrest my gun from my holster, leaving me unarmed and mostly helpless. They haul me away from the rock. I stumble over a loose stone, somehow managing to keep myself upright. Many people are around me, jostling for a prime position in the pack, though they are all still entirely focused on keeping me from escaping, like I have any chance of that, when I am constantly stumbling and falling over the rough terrain. 685Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRDx7WcDkE
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