"Is he alive", said a young female voice. Super high pitched. Even with the ringing of my ear I could tell it was a child.

"No Hope", said another voice. A British accent that didn't sound tuff even though he was talking tuff. It was male.

"Your just saying that so you can loot the body", she hissed.

I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't budge. Like when you were little and to tired to wake up from a dream. You knew where you were and that you were asleep, but you still couldn't open your eyes.

"Check his pulse", the little voice suggested.

The British man groaned. I heard and felt myself get dragged off of sand and on to grass.

I slowly opened my eyes. There was a man with some sort of mask on his sticking on top of blonde hair. The mask was green with holes for eyes to see through and a black stitched line where a mouth should have been. A red under shirt with a swade black jacket on top of that. Then black pants and black lace up boots.

A little girl with a pink sweater, sitting of the shoulder being to big for her own body. Brown eyes with yellow and green flecks in them, and a more gold blonde hair than the other man. Her hair had peculiar pink highlights on each side of her pigtails. Ripped up denim jeans on top of black legging with more holes that were placed around the knees. Then brown boots that went up to the knees almost covering the rips. Black lace was tied into double knotted bows at the top.

The girl was Hope, and he was Tom.

"See I told you", she smiled, showing that her right front baby tooth had recently been loose.

"Its a newbie", she said, confusing me more.

I heard some yelling from the distance. Hope put her bow on her shoulder and nudged Tom ,"I gotta go".

Tom nodded and hugged her, a little hug like a friend saying see you tomorrow.

I stood awkwardly there watching. I didn't know what situation she was in at the time.

Hope ran off to right running faster then most Olympic runners. I have to be dreaming.

Tom lent out his hand for me to shake.

I gave him a dirty look ,"You just tried to steal all my possessions".

Tom laughed like a b-team villain and held his hand out again,"You'll get used to it".

I stood there glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, changing the evil smirk on his face to annoyed. "Just shake my hand and take my advice".

I listened to him having no other options and shook his hand unwillingly. "Well I'm Tom and that was Hope annnnd.....", he started to trial off, starting to clap his hands together not knowing what to say ,"well your actually screwed because the priest left along time ago".

He glanced up and down at me. I looked down at myself. I realized that my jacket was gone and my blurring vision more proved that my contacts were missing as well.

I shrugged not knowing what to say either. "I guess....", he looked over to the right where a stone path was. "Why don't you come with me and we can get you some things and maybe by then Hope will be back and she's been through the welcoming procedure enough", he started to ramble to himself.

He gestured to the path and I followed him.

Tom took me to a area that was filled with little shops like a farmers market.

There was a flower shop that you could sell seemed to for whatever the currency was. There was also a grimy butcher shop and a pawn shop, that had a sign on it closing business.

Through all of the confusions it was really hard to keep my head. I'm really not sure how I did. I think I kept telling myself it was all just a really weird dream.

He took me to a really beaten up cottage that had a sign on top off it that Optic Weaponry. It was behind a cornfield and far away from the other shops, just lead up to with a dirt path.

He opened the door and put a stone brick behind it to keep it closed. "Yo, Hex", he yelled.

I heard someone run down the stairs. It was a young boy, with black hair. He glared at Tom," What do you want".

That was Nadeshot.

He looked over at me shocked ,"is that a newbie".

Wow, clever name.

Tom nodded his head yes. Nade started to laugh," Oh buddy that's sucks for you. Your screwed". He started to laugh harder.

"Why does everyone keep saying that!" I yelled. Which I would have never done in real life.

Nade stopped laughing to look at me with Tom,and then they turned around and started whispering with each other.

They looked back at me and started whispering again. This has to be a dream, I thought to myself.

Nadeshot walked back upstairs again and walked back down with a coat and a leather tube. Those are called holsters. What stores weapons.

He also handed me a brown vinyl backpack.

I opened the holsters to see a sword. Like the ones you would keep on display or in the movies.

"Uhhh....", I slowly took it out of the case.

Nadeshot clapped his hands once triumphantly ,"he's from the modern world. I called it". Tom nodded his head yes.

"Alright so I guess...", Nadeshot looked up at the ceiling, trying to think. "Take him to Hope's place and knowing her she will be back soon enough".

Tom nodded his head ," Yea alright, hey yea and tell your older brother that I need those daggers done". Tom waved back at him and we walked out the door.

Hope's house was over the cornfield in the woods behind a cliffside with a burnt down house on it.

When we got to Hope's house I thought it was just a junk yard. She had sheet metal up in between some trees to keep the wriders out and a hammock in the middle. Then I noticed the drawings on the walls. It looked like a kindergarten center in the apocalypse.

"Well I gotta go, I think the modsteps were mad at hope", he smirked and gave me a carefree wave, "cya".

I waved back, more concentrated on how a little girl lives like this.

He started to walk out onto the direction of the cornfield.

I sat down not worrying about anything because again I thought it was a dream.

I laid down on the ground and closed my eyes hoping to the world that I would wake up in my bed.