Jack awoke. The bright sun temporarily blinded him as he pushed himself off the ground. He reached down and grabbed his prototype rifle. His grey hair was dirty with mud and his scar seemed redder than normal. Scanning the surroundings, he began to wake his friends.
The last thing he remembered was saving the small girl. He had been fighting a gang when they threw a grenade at the child behind him. He had protected her.
Everyone was awake now and they headed into civilisation. They must have looked a sight because you had a gorilla, some robots, a hamster, a cowboy, a blue woman, a guy with a skull face and old 7ft tall man. The towns people stared at them like they were circus freaks. They looked around and Winston began to hypothesise "The level of technology and obesity clearly suggests that we are in the early 21st century, most likely 2019-2020."