[Plot] The World Ends With You

[Yuli Jete]

Below her world sank. Farther into the abyss, lights flickered and died as the time capsule that brought her her vanished into the unknown. Goggles kept her eyes free from water, but they were not water proof. The details of her vessel flickered across the green screen as the precise location was recorded. She couldn't hold her breath forever though. The panic growing in her chest was only growing as she watched the ship sink further away. She looked up, one hand with a dufflebag, she had to make due with reaching the surface best she could.

A loud gasp left the white haired one as she broke the surface. She breathed in foreign air, the red and black of her hair hidden under white tresses plastered to her dome. Large white ears perked up from her head, rotating around. Her goggles had just enough power to point her in the direction of her destination before powering off. With a sound of agitation, she made her way, pausing after a moment to attach the bag to her back pack in order to swim better.

Eventually, she made it to the wed, muddy land. So different from sand. The air was humid, so different from what she was used to. She had no idea she landed in the Dengie National Nature Reserve. She just knew there was no one around, her ship was gone, and she had a general direction to walk in. That, and she was tired. So tired.

Taking off her goggles, she crouched until her backpack knocked her off balance. She fell into the sand face down. It was very soggy, the ground was. She shook off the back pack and put her goggles away. Everything inside was dry, but she the other bag was not so lucky. After taking stock of what she had, lamenting having no weapon, she zipped everything back up and prepared to go. Looking to the device on her wrist, she confirmed her direction and was on the move.

This time, she opted to carry the bag in one hand. If anything it could be used as a make shift weapon. She wondered if she made it to the right timeline. She pushed the question aside because there was no going back. No matter when she was, she had a mission to accomplish. Especially is she wasn't the only one to survive the crash.

Briefly her mind went back to the encounter on the ship. They'd been betrayed. So many others, dead in the hull of the Osirion. Captain Amun, Talia the mission commander, Samir the medic.... her grip tightened as she fought frustration. If she didn't have to press on, she would crumble and cry. As the ships navigator through time, it was her job to figure where to be and who to find. Had that traitor ruined the chance she had? Time would time.

The world as she knew it would end with the originator of the Animus Strain. It would belong to anyone. If she didn't fix it, if she didn't change the future, the world really would end with her. If she fixed it, and she stopped existing because her timeline is gone, so be it. It would be better for her colleagues to never been born in the first place rather than be murdered on their ship by someone they trusted.

There was much time for her to think and walk. There was no soul in sight, still. She made point to try and avoid other people if she could help it. Her tail dried out eventually, along with her ears and hair. She didn't know how people would react to a person part wilding. She had to be careful and cunning, wise but wishful.

Eventually, she looked to the sky and just stopped. Familiar but a bit dimmer. There was some haze in the sky, but that seemed strange. She just wanted to look up as she held the straps to her backpack. Hathor knew how long it would take her to reach civilization. For now, she could at least stand still and breathe.