Tyrant awoke, he looked around and saw wasteland... But then, he felt some kind of energy inside of him. Is he dead? Damn.

He pressed a button on his wrist and it beeped.

Not in the mood for questions.

The man got up and started walking... And walking... And walking. Eventually, he saw this horse some white thing with a too human-like expression. Showing pure terror and... Sorrow? Is that the word?

He walked up to... her and they talked... She cried, he, kinda just stood there. Should he tell here this was his idea? Or...?

A distant fluttering of a helicopter is heard

Its time for his plan to continue but, he is still wondering why hes alive.

end

Author's Note

this is the end I guess.

don't take this too seriously

my first story so I will improve it as time goes on. edit: the first story I put the effort into!

there's a lot of shit that goes on and it doesn't relate to the “plot” of this... Story? so yeah