I awoke on a sandy beach, the scorching sun blazing down on my bare skin. "Where am I?" I asked aloud. I slowly got to my bare feet and looked around. For miles all I could see was the beach and tree line. I only remember some of my past, I don't remember my name, only war. I don't remember my family and friends, only looking down the sights of a automatic rifle at my enemies. I don't remember love, only survival. What am I? Who am I? Where am I?

I know the basics of survival. I start gathering some sticks I see nearby, and then I look for a rock that could be used as an axe head. Finally after hours of looking I find the perfect rock. So I start getting some plant fibers and use them to hold the rock and stick together. "It will do for now." I say aloud. Then I gather more fiber to make some basic, itchy clothes. After crafting a shirt, pants, and shoes I get up ready to explore.

I start my adventure by heading into the nearest tree line. Suddenly I stop, I see some kind of giant chicken like bird. "What the fuck is that?" But I remember my old college professor, Mr.Hissman, saying "That is a dodo bird." I smile slightly. I run up to it and in one clean motion chop it's head off. "Good I have diner." Instead of exploring I set up a small campfire in a patch of trees, not in the forest but not on the beach either. After starting the fire, and cooking some dodo, I decide to sharp some of my other sticks. As a defense around my camp. When I'm done I have twenty sharp sticks encircling my camp. "This will do for tonight." I say to myself, yawning and laying down to sleep

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I awoke with a blade to my throat. "He's awake captain!" I heard a female voice shout. "Good it's about time!" Was the response. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful woman looking down at me, she had brown hair, hazel eyes, and a scar on her left cheek. But my surprise obviously showed. "Wait, there's other people here?" I asked. Then I heard multiple people laughing, I got to my elbows and looked around, to see at least a dozen men all around my camp. The captain finally took pity on me an answered. "Yes, son, there are many other people on this Ark. Thousands if not more."

I looked around confused, "If there are so many people, why is it that I saw no one yesterday when I woke up in this place?" I asked the captain. He nodded before saying, "That's a good question. Well it's mostly because any old timers tend to stay away from areas new survivors spawn. That way we don't have to waste our time helping them." It started making sense now, but I still didn't understand why I had at least a dozen men surrounding me.

"So why are you all here? I'm guessing you don't want to deal with new survivors either." I said to the captain.

"Actually the opposite. We look for noobs to help. If we help them before another tribe then they're more likely to join us." He replied.

I nodded. It made perfect sense. But who were these people really. They could just be saying they are trying to help me, but maybe they are slavers or some shit like that. I look to the captain and ask, "And who are you?"

"My name is Flint, although most people just call me captain. Since that is my rank in the army. That lady that woke you in Kate. She is one of the few that remember her true name. This is my second in command, lieutenant Marksman." The captain said pointing to a large man holding a bow in his hands.

I nodded then responded with, "And what is this army of yours called?" The captain smiled slightly before responding with, "We are called the Guardians."