I wake up one morning with sunlight burning through my eyelids. "Noooo!" I think to myself "I must've left my curtains open last night. I hope I still have more time to sleep before I have to get up for work." But as I wake up a bit more I realize... I'm not in my bed anymore! My eyes shoot open and i jump to my feet. "What! I'm outside! What the Fu... Where am I !?" Was I kidnapped while I slept? I'm not in the same clothes I went to bed in, I've never seen these clothes before, there old styled! Long thick leather boots with tight fitting, trousers made of strong dark brown material cover my legs an feet, an on top I'm wearing a long sleeved taupe shirt covered by an under bust leather corset. The outfit is finished off with some leather gloves and chunky leather belt. Hmm if I wasn't so freaked out I wouldn't mind these clothes, but as it was... Looking around frantically for anyone who may help or harm me I see I am somewhere in the woods!? My hearts pounding in my chest and it seems to be deafening me. But I soon see that I am not alone. About ten meters away nearly hidden behind a large boulder leaning against a sloping hill, is someone lying unconscious face down on the ground. They don't seem to be any threat so I start to make my way over there, but as I get closer I spot someone else lying further along the bottom of the hill. It's my brother!
He seems to be waking up and is in the same old styled clothing as me. I ran over to him, thankful to have someone I know with me to figure out what the hell is happening. He starts freaking out when I reach him. "Niky! Where are we? Whats going on?!" he asks in horror. I explain to him the situation and point out the other person behind me. When I look at them from this angle I get a better look at him. "Hey Kris! It's Elliott!". My brother goes through a few more moments of terror and confusion an then gets up to see the figure. "Your right, whats he doing here too?" he asks. Kris rolls him over and gently starts to shake him awake. Like us he seems unhurt but is also in the same steam punk styled apparel. A few minutes later while we try to calm down Elliott my dad comes running down the hillside. He's looking pretty shaken too but unfortunately we have no comforting words.
We sit down and find out that all of us just simply went to sleep last night in our own beds... and woke up here. We decide there's nothing we can do but keep searching for more of our friends that may have turned up here like us, and also for help to find out where we are and how to get home. As we walk the thought that we are being hunted is at the back of my mind threatening to force its way through my mouth in a scream of terror. Who brought us here? We couldn't have just transported here from our beds. But for now no one voices theses fears. In a short time we have found my mum and a few more of our close friends also in Victorian era clothing. We are all still freaking out and terrified but more people make us feel a few fractions safer.
After walking for a while longer we rest for a bit and try to recollect ourselves. My friend Aidan is pacing around and going between moods of anger an fear. I feel guilty but am kinda glad my friends and family are with me, although it does raise further questions. I keep thinking how my surrounding environment is unnervingly similar to an imaginary world I often find myself fantasizing about. I keep these thoughts to myself as I see everyone is on the brink of going nuts from fear of the unknown. It's probably a silly thing to think anyway. So together we just keep walking not bringing up our fears lurking in our minds. At what seems to be about noon we rest again but still don't talk much. All there is to voice out loud is more questions that can't be answered.
As we sit and wait for someone to suggest to start moving again, we start to hear the sound of footsteps coming through leaves, accompanied by grunting and crude laughter. We all rise to our feet but don't know what else to do. My friends and I are all standing stock still like our feet are stuck in the mud as about a dozen round, short and squat figures come barging into the clearance we are in. The first two almost run straight past us but as the first creature abruptly stops an turns around (knocking over his friend behind him in the process) the others slow to a stop and take us all in. A few of us take a step or two back before they launch themselves at me and my friends. In that moment as I am uselessly trying to run and protect myself with my arms I realized I know what these creatures were. It couldn't be possible!? But yet here they were right in front of me. I could see them and I could definitely feel them as one punched and hit me with a smallish club.
"THERE HOBBS KRIS!" I yell. I don't need him to answer me to know that he has probably figured this out. Aidan and Elliott should also know having played the video game that we'd seen them in. My mind starts reeling as I try to understand how this was happening while trying to resist the blows from the hobb attacking me. As I think I have a glimmer of hope as I wonder what other things from the game could happen. If Hobbs from a video game can be here now attacking my friends and family than what else could be possible. I shove my attacker back and kick him square in the face. He stumbles to the ground but clumsily starts getting back to his feet. I scan the area for Kris to tell him my realization and my heart plummets as I spot him about ten meters away. He's being pinned down by five Hobbs while one stands over him with a boulder raised over his head. "Noooo!" I have to try something now!