Princess of the insurgents 30 The most faithful companion of men.

Sitting around the campfire, Jane thinks for a moment she's in an old teen movie from the early 2000s.

Despite their few possessions and difficult lifestyle, these people who have kindly welcomed her keep smiling and chatting happily. But despite this apparent peace of mind, Jane can read the many worried expressions that sometimes appear on the faces of the refugees, whose gaze is often lost in the vicinity.

After the incident of the muskrat meat she spat in James' face, Jane became suspicious of the customs of these people who live isolated, far from any other source of civilization. This proved to be unnecessary, for apart from this strange marriage proposal and a few other somewhat eccentric customs, these people are more or less like those she knew.

"Oh, are you listening to me? If I'm talking in a vacuum, it's useless for me to continue. Perfect, so you understand that people like us who have been living away from everything for some time already, are a bit lost when it comes to the exact date. The current year, I can easily give it to you, but the month is another story. We must be in May or June of the year 2167. I remember when I was a child it was possible to guess the month based on the weather, the temperature or the..."

2167! 2167? 2034 +10, never made a total of 2167. This dreadful truth anaesthetizes Jane, whose ears are no longer able to listen to the words of the very old woman who is the leader of this group of refugees.

Although she can no longer pick up noises coming from outside, it does not stop her brain from working very fast. Jane's little mouth opens and then tightens when she realizes that she is over 144 years old.

It's a hardly acceptable reality for the young girl, suddenly became an old woman, whose eyes now fearfully detail her young thighs and wrinkle-free hands.

The shock is not a small one, but the old woman's disgruntled new scream, which brings Jane back to her senses, though not quite relieving her, temporarily takes this source of anxiety away from her mind.

"I'm sorry, Grandma, I've suffered 10 points of damage."

The old woman looks at Jane in astonishment, but she has long since realised that while this girl is a real beauty, she is a bit strange. The old woman sighs. Living in the forest certainly doesn't help a child to blossom as he should.

"I definitely don't understand your dialect, my child. You wanted to know more about this world, James told me. We'll take it slow. There's too much to say for that a girl like you understands it all in one evening, so I'll tell you slowly about the evolution of our society. Although I'm not sure that the word evolution is the best word to describe the changes our world has undergone, but that, it's an another story.
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"Little girl, be careful, it's dangerous, step back."

A child's scream rips the darkness.

The old woman grabs her elbow and pulls her back. Jane, who was unprepared for such a thing and doesn't know what's really going on, almost falls over.

Alerted by this scream, like all the people in the camp, she stands behind the few men armed with spears made of metal. Still unaware of the source of the danger the old woman is talking about, she directs her gaze toward the point that everyone is staring at.

200 feet away from the group, the many torches surrounding the camp allow Jane to witness something totally improbable.

Where the children were playing, the powerful jaws of a kind of beast whose features are reminiscent of a dog, but whose stature is not less than to that of a calf, have just cut a little boy in half.

In a pool of fresh blood and guts, the creature with a very aggressive temperament spits out the child's trunk. Mouth opening again, the beast bends slightly and now growls towards the group of refugees. Jane did not wish to stand out. She wished she could have blended in among them without revealing her abilities, but this monster with a bloody mouth preparing to attack lets her no choice.

"So, cerberus, are you so hungry that you finally came back?"

Jane was about to go on the offensive, but when the big, muscular man appears and heads fearlessly towards the monster, the relieved faces of the adults around her dissuade her.

The man, over 45 years of age, approaches the red-eyed creature calmly, whose low stance leaves no doubt as to its hostile intentions.

With the help of its thick, powerful paws, the creature leaps towards the man, who, to avoid it, takes a small step to the side. The oversized mouth of the monster, which could easily swallow a big cat, closes abruptly in the void.

With a second agile step, the man moves to reach the side of the animal. With a powerful punch that, on contact with the air, emits a hissing sound, he shatters the monster's spine.

Now lying on the ground, the creature cries for a moment. Reduced to such a state, its aggressiveness nevertheless takes over its pain and the beast, which opens its mouth, crawls with its front legs towards the man, who, in front of it, is content to observe it.

This pitiful sight quickly comes to an end. The muscular man goes around the beast, raises his left leg and crushes it against the monster's head. A brief, (Crack) crosses the camp, on the outskirts of which, the creature with its head reduced to scattered pieces, is shaken by its last spasms.

Jane is both captivated and frightened by this aberration of nature, natural predator of the human species. This man, whose strength, agility and above all, movement technique are formidable, also interests her enormously. The man could possibly be a physical Hanuman, strength and agility, over-trained, but what is this creature?

"Grandma, what was that?"

The old woman looks at the monster's corpse with a certain pity.

"You, who wanted me to tell you about this world, this incident provides us with a concrete basis to begin your education. This creature we call Cerberus, in reference to the guardian of the gates of hell, is nothing but another victim of man's folly. In the past, these monsters that today roam the countryside in search of food that has become rare, were none other than the most faithful companions of men.

The chemical attacks of 2056, caused many dramas, including the first phase of the mutation of some dogs, who later became Cerberuses. These animals are particularly aggressive and as game became increasingly rare, they no longer hesitated to attack humans. It is sad and as I was telling you, little girl, they are only the descendants of the victims of that time that we call : The Great Upheaval.

You know, all these wars that our ancestors at the end of the 20th century and at the beginning of the 21st century experienced, all these so-called disagreements and all these inter-state tensions, were in the end only a decoy. A skillful subterfuge aimed at creating a climate of fear, the ultimate goal of which was none other than to gain acceptance of the great changes that were about to take place.

Unfortunately... Yes, unfortunately, not everything went the way those powerful people wanted it to and... Watch this beast. This descendant of the dog turned monster, offers us a perfect example of the atrocities that resulted from the resistance of the peoples who rose up as one, against what would later become the first common world dictatorship.

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