Talisman..

[Wolvel]

Modern day Earth...traffic moves at a snails pace, usual for a Monday morning. Thomas sips his coffee as his cars wipers struggle to remove the slush from the windshield. Turning on the radio to hear some talk show chatter about a approaching meteor shower he calmly thinks to himself what a waste of time, space rocks won't hit the ground they're crazy. As traffic begins to break he pushed the throttle forward spilling the scalding coffee in his lap as he looks down trying to salvage his lap it happens.

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"Where in the hell am I" Thomas screams out loud as he treks through miles of jungle growth the air full of rotting vegetation mixed with the sweet scents of new flowers assaults his nose. Cursing as he tries to breathe unsure as to how long its been he has been working his way towards due north as his father once taught him. His mind keeps racing as images of the last time anything made since runs through his head. The last thing he remembers before waking up here in this overgrown jungle is spilling his coffee then a loud explosion.
Stopping to get some water from the small creek snaking its way through the land he notices the changes in his own appearance. Where once he had neat groomed hair, not overly short but trimmed, is now replaced with a dark mane of jet black hair all the way to his shoulders. Sitting down his primitive knife and bow and arrows his dad once taught him to make on those too long camping vacations he thanks his dad with a quick thought, then pulling off his tattered shirt rinsing it in the water he takes note of his once flabby stomach replaced with hard abs and muscle tone.
"Damn...if I'm guessing right I would have had to been here a month at least," he pauses his vocal thought remembering his lesson about silence in the woods. Returning his gear back in place he continues his trek.