"Henry?????!!!!"
"This is a dream dumbass. And the reason i know that is because im not a figment of your imagination."
"BUT YOU DIED! YOU! ARE! DEAD!"
"Not entirely. My body, yes thats dead. My consciousness..... Ehhhh... Not so much."
"How?"
"The uhhh.... Sheriff. you want to know why he allowed that? Because, he was working with me. I played dead while you mourned me, and then when you left, the sheriff narrowly stabbed me in my head and transferred my conscious to a capsule. He then injected it into a Robot that looked like me. Now i dont have much time, but I need to show you where that robot is, the sheriff died from radiation poisoning. He didnt realize starting the generator to start the robot releases radiation."
[b]Henry lists off some location in Sector-2. Just then, i start to wake up[/b]
"Wait what does the wasteland mea-"
[b]i jolt upright gasping for air[/b]
"How...."
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