Our stories are all different, but we are one in the same. Even though we are strangers, we are a family, we care for each other like none else. We have nobody else. In one way or another, we were abandoned by ones we called 'family' before. Then we woke up in a dry, barren wasteland. But then... the wild ones saved us... the wild ones... The Prophet, the Deviant, The Destroyer, the Mourner, and the Mystic... they are our saviors... they are our leaders. They're our strength. They teach us that no matter what, nobody can break us, we should fight FEAR

Many of us are rescued by The Prophet, carried into our little haven... and others are rescued by a combination of the others. But no matter who we are, we are always grateful for our saviors, we live to repay them. We live beside them, we live to fight FEAR and save people like us... Our encampment is small and on the outskirts of the FEAR headquarters. It loomed in the distance, huge and intimidating. The empty church was where the Wild Ones stayed. Often, they would call for us to come and give us hopeful words, telling us that we will rise above FEAR, that they will be unsuccessful in destroying our band of rebels. Andrew would then call our small group up, person by person. I don't know how he does it, but he remembers us all by name and by our nickname. One by one we are embraced by the Wild ones and any doubt that is bred from FEAR vanishes. We are truly safe here. For now.

There is a yell from outside, perhaps from out lookout and everyone rushed out, letting the wild ones go first. We all followed and covered out ears as a loud, sharp scream pierces the air. A light, knowing smile crosses Andy's lips and he points

"Lost, you will come with me"

I looked up from the crowd and nodded. He always chose me to go with him since I have been here the longest, and this was my first time out of the encampment for quite a while. I furrowed my brows in thought and nod curtly. I run up and followed him silently. Not a word passes between us as we walk. This is normal, unless he wants to talk, then we dont. Up ahead is a couple of small masses and he points

"Do you see that, Lost?"

"Two people...?" I guess, looking back up at him and he nodded with a short smile, placing a hand on my head.

"If we're lucky, then they will have survived the attack from FEAR. That scream we heard, it was powerful. They should be alive..." he pauses and walked a bit faster. I find myself pondering how he could possibly know how much power was behind the scream we heard. He squatted down and I knelt down beside the two young men.

They were, of course, handsome. They were one of us, this is obvious for the gear they wore, around their necks were the army star pendant. Andrew checked them both for signs of life and sighed in relief, looking to me,

"They're both still alive. You grab that one" he points to the one closest to me and I nod shortly, supporting him by putting his arm around my shoulder and I held him up by his waist. He was quite light as opposed to the other. Andy grunted as he lifted him. "Jesus Christ, what the hell does he eat?" he grits his teeth and I smile lightly.

"Lost"

"Yes, Prophet?" I look up at him but he was staring straight ahead.

"What do you, personally, think about what's going on?"

"as in?" I was one who needed more than a simple statement to go on. "Do you mean, people suddenly showing up again?" my brows knit together and he looked up at the cloud-filled sky.

"Well that... and that building, FEAR... it's growing you know"

I honestly never noticed, after all, the building had always been quite large. I look over my shoulder and frown. Someone had been following us! A minion of FEAR. "Andy-"

"I know" he turned and looked to me, "This is your chance to show me why you joined the army" he sets down the young man who he carried and took the one I carried. I stood in front of them.

If I go down, then I will go down fighting FEAR and giving Andy enough time to get these two to safety. I stood athwart from the Masked figure with the staff in hand. I closed my eyes and listened hard. The thing runs at me and I duck, lunging forward and punching it hard in the chest, twisting my fist. It tumbled back like some bad cartoon and I stood upright as it slowly got back up and runs at me, this time jabbing with its staff. The bottom was sharp, cutting into my arm. My teeth grit together and I glared up at it, grabbing the staff with my left hand as it was brought back down. It pulled at the staff and I glared, delivering a final punch to its gut, watching it and the staff disappear in a whirl of smoke.

"You got hurt" he points to my arm and I nodded, shrugging it off as we switched people. He carried the young man with the longer hair and I took the heavier male. Finally, we approach the campsite and the four other Wild Ones greet us at the Church Doors. I set down the one I was carrying and was slightly startled to see that he had his brown eyes open and they were staring at me. I found myself cocking my head to take a better look at his face. He looked so familiar... so familiar... but my limited memories could not place his face exactly.

"You're finally awake. I'm Ke, but everyone just calls me Lost... What's your name...?" I smile and wrapped gauze on my arm. He gazes at me with a small bit of recognition and closed his eyes

"Josh..." the big brown orbs opened again and focuses on me, his eyebrows furrowed together. He sits up and his lips press to mine. I am, of course, surprised, my eyes growing wide. Images flash too fast across my eyes and cause me to grow dizzy.

"Whoo, get a room you two" Ashley grinned and I narrow my eyes at him

"Real mature, Deviant" I sigh and look back down at Josh, he was asleep. I knew him from the other life... I know I did... but who was he?

"This ones name is Ian" Andrew looked up and smiled "we should leave them to rest for the time being. Go on Lost, we will take care of them..." he shooed me out and I am left outside of the Church, its doors now closed. I am in the dark, deep in thought... who was that boy... and why did my heart feel like it was being squeezed when he touched my face? These questions were sure to be answered soon, tomorrow morning when I returned to question him... but for now, I am left in the dark-in the idiom sense and in the literal sense. For now, I return to my sleep place to make sense of things. To piece the events together.

Something truly big was going to happen.