In the desolate Teletubby lands. There he roamed with caution and grace. Alone. His white, once soft fur became rough from the traveling, he was worn, he was tired, yet he kept himself up from moving, even if he had no purpose as of the moment.

Through the woods, he looked around with wary, tired yet sharp eyes, his ears twitched, trying to detect if there was anyone around, he had made himself a safe haven from the infected Teletubbies. He had made a home out a ruin next to a small stream where tall grasses bent over the stream, it was the Guardian’s water source, cobblestones with an additional wooden walls, from a buloke tree. The surrounding ruins little railing patterns made a perfect square around while there were a few trees kept in, one in he middle was turned into a tree house, the other trees were for looking over the buloke walls. Gathered supplies and enough food, he will survive, life will prevail.

Even if he had to go through the loneliness and endless struggle of his own emotions. He was a tough nut to crack for life to use such tools to break him.

He was out for today, leaving his fortress, having his chainsaw hung behind him with new batteries, his flashlight at hand in any case if he stayed too long in the day that faded into night, it was nice to say.. It was a great morning to get berries. Blueberries.

The Guardian took a step forward towards the blueberry bushes. He knew where it was located.. He’s been here quite a while, he knew where to find things.

…

As he got to the spot, he saw a figure looming over the blueberry bushes, plucking them out of the tiny branches. He became cautious and wary of your presence.. (You’re either a human or Teletubby, your choice). It was the first time he’d seen someone.

In your own perspective, you were ehungry and desperate for damn food. Hence, this was a first to find something nice, a silent joyous victory for you while you unaware of his presence.