Sick of Home (@anybod)
Mega sighed as he leaned against a tree. He was so happy he wasn’t home… Home was horrible. “Geez… it’s fallen so hard.” He said pulling his knees to his chest. Resting his head on his knees, he watched as the grass blew in the cold winter wind. He closed his eyes remembering what he left that world to be. Full of blood and war, robots devouring humans, and humans eating each other. Next to no plant life. “Just another time period where I failed my mission…” He whispered to himself, remembering the torn up bodies of his friends back in that time. The one that stuck in his head the best, was Quickman. It was horrible how he died, even though he never saw it. He just found the body in the meat grinder, and the head nearby… Mega sensed the presence nearby. “Hey, you might as well come out now. No point in hiding!” He told them, whoever they were.