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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, but I'm finally in the mood to type more XD. Please review after the end of this chapter.

Chapter 2: Dream City

Asuka tried, and failed horribly, at escaping the maniac behind her. The group had split up shortly after their discovery at the theater. Apparently, the 'girl' decided it was funner to chase Asuka, as given our current situation.

"God-dammit!" Asuka exclaimed to herself as she narrowly avoided another blow.


Shinji walked along the ruined street of Dream City, ruined by some bizarre event from the past, until he noticed something buried under a large piece of rubble in the street.

"What's that" he murmured to himself. as he approached it, then shuddered back as he realized what it was.

A hand clad in an obsidian-black glove, and soaked with blood. There it was, proof this was an inhabited city. It was clutching onto a small handgun for dear life, paled and cold by death's passing, lord knows what kept the grip on the gun. At least, until he saw it twitch.

Shinji jumped back, only conscious due to the soothing voice in his head telling him that this was rationally impossible.

"What...the...hell?" he stuttered. "People..don't..survive...shit like this."

This thought was cut-off as he noticed there were more bodies, whether on the street, under rubble, tossed into walls, or lay to rest in any other miscellaneous way, they were there., and the street he was standing on was a grotesque example of its patrons. The 'patrons' of which were rising, getting up in unceremonious manners, and heading towards him.

Shinji turned and ran back the way he had come, noticing now that it was at least an hour into twilight.

He was still running when a few shouts broke out and he heard gunfire, before blacking out.


Misato had gotten separated from Shinji shortly after the 'girl' had gone ridiculously insane.

As his guardian, she tried feverishly to find him, only receiving echoes in return. Misato sighed and leaned onto a nearby, and fairly large, piece of rubble. She then pulled out her handgun and checked her ammo, full clip, three extras. If she was thrown into a combat situation it wouldn't be pretty.

After she finished checking her clip, she stood up and began looking for Shinji anew.

After about 5 minutes she spotted the first relatively intact build she had seen, rather buildings.

Up ahead she spied two skyscrapers, about as tall as America's world trade centers. The only thing that made them looked damaged, was some sort of large craft found its way through one of them and became wedged.

"Great, first we wake up in god-knows where, then we get attacked by some insane pediatric, now there was an alien ship, err... ships as she noticed a few other craft crashed throughout the area. Some were dark gray, others clad-out in red-violet mesh, a few were colored pure white with indigo details and lettering.

Apparently, some sort of major battle or last stand took place here.

For the first, there were the craft or ships, for the second, the number of military corpses and shells had increased exponentially, as well as a few apparent AA guns atop some buildings. For the third, the area had more carnage then any other, save the two skyscrapers.

She sighed again and began heading towards the skyscrapers, this wasn't good, they were all separated and night was setting in.


Kristi sighed and collapsed onto her bed, she had just been through a hell of a training day with Hotaru, and didn't even register her need for food.

(Do you really want details?)

She simply fell unconscious upon contact with the bed.

Author's Note: Wow, the first chapter was longer, but then, I'm tired myself and have a bad case of writer's block. This was the best I could muster. Sorry, to anyone who was actually reading this anyway..