AN: This story will be quite dark, and quite unlike either of its source materials. I expect my fellow fans will be offended and/or disgusted by this. If not, I apologize for brightening your day.
Logic? I don't need no stinking logic! Sanity-free storytelling, that's the order of the day from me!
R&R and enjoy!
Prologue
The young man wandered through the freakishly sterile white-walled hall, which looked like the inside of an Apple product with its sleekness. Lights glared harshly down on him, doing him no wonders as he continued to question how he'd even gotten there to begin with. Wherever there was. Was this a dream, or reality? He had absolutely no idea.
"Gangway! Coming through! A little help here? Someone?!" a voice yelled down the corridor. He turned around and saw a surprisingly familiar medium-sized, brown-haired young dude barreling in his direction, looking terrified beyond belief.
"Travis...?"
The dude stopped. "How do you know my...never mind that, we gotta go!" He resumed running, panting like nobody's business. In the distance, the typical sound of Nazi-ish guards, jackboots and nightsticks and all, echoed toward them. "We gotta move!" yelled Travis.
The young man panted as well as he followed Travis. Then his neck stung, like a bee had landed on the spot and pricked him. How rude.
"Oh shit!" yelled Travis, his voice becoming deeper and slower as Abed began to slowly fade out of consciousness, and his vision blacked out gradually. "They're gettinggggggguuuuuuussssssssss..."