I woke up laying on the ground. I had no idea what I was doing, or who I am even. I got up, and looked around. The area looked familiar. I was in some kind of lifeboat. I looked at my hand, and it was encased it metal. I found a mirror, and looked at myself. I was wearing some kind of suit, and it looked kinda prime evil. It was covered it spikes, and had a large eye in the front of the helmet. It kind of reminded me of Samurai armor, but it looked like it was covered in advanced technology. I examined the area, and looked outside. I saw dead men, they had suits like mine, but again mine looked prime evil. More, intimidating. I searched the floors, and found a dead man. He had a shot gun next to him. I examined it closely, it was a combat shotgun. No shot diverter, no stock, just a plain combat shotgun. I picked it up, and searched the body. I found a bandolier belt on him, fully loaded. I strapped it on, and loaded the shotgun. I exited the boat, and kept moving. I was on an island, and it looked like it was burning.

After walking without signs of life for half an hour, I finally met a group of people. They were all wearing red and black combat armor.

"Hey! Over here!" I yelled with glee. Instead of approaching me, they shot me.

Two shots in my leg, but I never felt them. I took cover, and blind fired a shot. I heard someone scream, and I looked over. One of them was dead. Two left. I got up, and ran at them. Is hot one, and the other smacked my gun out of my hands. I pulled his away from him, and pulled a knife from his leg. It was sheathed in a very accessible place. I jammed the knife in his stomach, and pulled it out. I put it in my belt, knowing I'd need it later. I picked up my shotgun, and it felt so familiar. I don't know why. I kept walking, and after a while I found more people. They never shot at me though.

"Are you a resident of this island?" one of them asked.

"I don't know, I just woke up. Who are you people?" I knew who they were. They were from the U.S. army.

"We are from the U.S. army. Who are you?" when he said that, I remembered a lot of stuff. Things about Rapture, splicers, and who I have to find.

"I come from an underwater Utopia called Rapture."

"You're from there? Tell us everything you know."

"I can help you if you can help me. We can work out a deal. Tell me, what year is it?"

"1975. Why?"

"Oh crap, I've been dead for five years…"

"What?"

"Yeah, it's a long story. Now, we need to get off this island. Now."

"Alright, our boat is this way. Come on."

I told them my entire story, and the actually believed me. Then they told me they were the U.S. Special Operations unit. And that they were sent to investigate disappearing boats and vessels. We discussed a deal, and now I'm on a boat with two highly trained killers. We sat on the boat for hours before we reached the main land. We landed on the beach, and an entire battalion was waiting for us. A man who looked like the general approached us.

"I'm taking the armored one is the Rapturian?" he asked in a stern tone.

"Sir yes sir. He said he has a deal to discuss with us." Paul replied. Paul was the one who did most of the talking. He told me Wreav's story instead of Wreav telling it.

"Sir, he says it's very important to him." Wreav interrupted.

"Alright, what is it?" the general asked.

"I had a family back on that island, and now I have no idea where they are. I'll tell you everything I can about Rapture if you help me locate and track them." I replied.

"Well, that can be arranged. We have had a few incidents where people reported splicers attacking them. Yes, we know what a splicer is. And you can help us with that while our Intel section tracks your family."

"Thank you sir. I'll do my best to help, but when I get any information on my family, I'm going after it."

"Well, we can't stop you. But, you three are a team now; you go everywhere and anywhere together. Do you understand that?"

"Sir yes sir." We all replied.

"Dismissed."

Wreav and Paul led me to where the Intel section worked. I told them everything I knew, and they began tracking my family. Then, the three of us had to go look into splicer sightings.

"So ma'am, you say his face was covered in odd growths, and he kept telling you to give him ADAM?" Paul asked a little old lady.

"Yes. Can I see the sketch?" she asked.

"Here" She looked at it for a second, and I did too.

"Yes, that looks exactly like him."

"Thank you ma'am, you coming to us can help us get rid of these menaces."

"Paul, that thing is ugly." Wreav complained.

"Hey, at least you haven't seen a living one. It was a spider splicer, ugliest of the ugly."

"So, was that all of the witnesses?" Paul asked.

"No… I'm about to witness your death…" we turned to see a lone spider splicer.

"Oh, you are going to die a slow… painful death splicer." He stepped back, and I drew my shotgun in half a second. I blew his knees out.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" he tried to crawl away, but I stepped on his leg. I put the barrel to his head.

"Who sent you here?"

"Lamb. She said she wants to see Eleanor. Don't kill me! Please!"

"Well, we have a source. Now, your gonna go with our teams to be studied, like a rat."

"Just don't kill me. Please, I'm too young to die." The Hazmat team dragged him away, and cleansed the area. The three of us went to our government provided housing. They have these in almost every city on the continent. All you need is a pass card and you have free food, and housing.