Things will never be the same, as they were yesterday. "Certainly not!" The male grunted. There was a pesky pebble suddenly jabbing into the bottom of his foot. That bothered him MUCH more the hell that befell this entire planet. It had been a short time...since he crash landed here. He didn't have a fucking clue how long this crap had been going on. A couple of weeks maybe? His ship was safely tucked away in the dark. It was within the sewers to be exact. His descent took him through the walkway and into some shit. Literally. It went everywhere. There were "curious parties" that there had to be something good after destruction like that. The only thing they found was death or enough fear to run away. The last 14 days have been nothing but trashcan veggies and playing cat and mouse with the local bandits. Mostly, it was him who was the cat. Bandits have good stuff. Not to mention he needed to watch them. Figure them out. Trying to blend in. Still use some of what he salvaged from home. Still visits the ship every night. It was the safest place, right now. For now, he had to get this damn rock out of his boot. Yanking it off, he flung it into a car, making a loud FWAP. "Damn..." He grumbled and hobbled over and shook it by the sole until it came out. It plopped to the ground, looking satisfied with itself. So Jacob kicked it away before slinging the shoe back. "Bastard..."