Jason woke up slowly. He couldn't remember what had happened, how he got there, why his head hurt so much. He sat up rubbing his head, his hand conning away wet and sticky. Blood? Yup. But it was already scabing over, not very deep.
He stood up and started around him in awe an confusion. Everything was so....so...
Different. He couldn't place his finger on what was wrong with what he was seeing but I was on the tip of his tongue. Dusting off his dusty jacket, he stored warily at the body of some kin of mutated creature. It was dead but he was pretty sure that there was probably more than one...and it was probably alive and angry. He needed to fin shelter.
He stumbled over the broken chairs and turned over tables, headed to a door on the opposit side of the room. He pushed on the tables blocking the wayside enough so that he could squeeze through. As soon as he poped out on the other side he came face to face with a girl and a boy who looked like they could be related.
He jumped back, "Whoa! Oh....um... Hi." was all he could manage.
((this is Noa and Garret))