Two reviews in the first day, and an OC! I'm so excited! Also, once again, please spread this to other people. I'm also accepting questions now, and I will answer reviews here. So with two things, let's be on!

Dirtblockz-Thank you for the OC. I'll be sure to add him in the fourth chapter, which is when I'll get the opportunity to add more people.

KxF:Uh…..Coliehead? Bionicles reference? I haven't heard of Bionicles in a long time…(looks wistfully into the sky).

So with the reply to those two review answer, let's start the story. Also, I'm sorry that there isn't as much action, but I promise next chapter. Today, we'll delve into the lives of the characters. One more thing! I'm sorry for the ….Almost every chapter. Really am, but now it's habit that I'll have to get rid of.

"Hey man, you look sick. I was going to ask if you're okay, but clearly you're not…."Derrick trails off.

"Yeah. Just brings back memories,"I say. I know this is getting old, but my heart aches. I clench my jaw, and decide to keep my mind off the memories, and turn myself to something else.

"Hey, Derrick, where'd you come from?"I ask. Instantly his eyes darken, and I know that he didn't have a great history either.

"Well. First of all, you might be wondering why a man in his fifties is still in the army. It's a long story,"he says. I know that he meant to end it, but I can't help being curious.

"We got all day,"I say. He glares at me.

"Fine. I grew up in America, raised in Colorado. I had a nice childhood, but..after that, I got depressed, really. Not really sure why. I was trying to understand why I was sad. I just felt like my life wasn't meant anything. I live, go to college, get a job, married, have kids, live a life, then die. I wanted to be something different. No, I didn't want to be in the spotlight, but I wanted to make a difference, you know?"he asks me. I nod.

"Yeah, anyway, look where I am. I'm a living man, in his fifties, stuck in hell, with skeleton and pigmen monster mutations, hunting a group of people that could be dead and held captive by what could possibly be the most powerful monster in hell,"he says, shrugging again, but I flinch. Could be dead. Held captive. Most powerful monsters in hell. He didn't notice my discomfort and continued on.

"I decided to join the army after that. My parents didn't enjoy that much. I gradually began to enjoy thinking I made a difference, when I looked at a picture. Hundreds of hundreds of men wearing military fatigues and helmets with rifles slung on their backs, saluting. The caption read "Warriors marching to their death for a pointless war. Proud soldiers, believing they'll make a difference. Will it ever stop?" The caption shook me back to life again, and that's why I volunteered for the exploration. I thought it would be like the moon or something. Except crazy people coming back from the portal creeped me out. So, in the end basically, I ended up in this crap,"he sighed.

"Well, you're not the only one,"I say sympathetically. I tell him my story, and he nods, but apparently they must have entered before the apocalypse. He's horrified.

"Geez….We left Jan.16 ."he tells me.

"It happened January 29th,"I tell him, making him more horrified.

"God…."he trails off looking terrified. He nods when I tell him about the thugs, and several mini communities like mine trying to live, and survive.

"Thats so…..Just unreal to me, just terrible,"he says, shaking his head.

Candle comes up to us and notices Derrick looking distraught.

"Apocalypse?"he asks. Derrick nods.

Candle shrugs. "There was a few stuff here and there but….I think we were starting to treat the planet badly. Maybe a punishment? Eh."

"Never knew you were a eco-activist, much less superstitious,"Derrick commented.

Candle glares at him and shakes his head. The blonde-headed twenty-year old always seemed nervous and on edge, with Derrick being the opposite, with dark brown hair, 50 years old, a good sense of humor, that would put that gruff sergeant stereotypical look in your mind, without the shouting of how the soldiers sucked so badly. I wondered about Candle's past, however I didn't want to snoop around too much, though I figured if we were traveling together, we should know each other. Too soon? Suddenly I hear a hiss. We didn't have trouble with mobs, though that might change as soon as I turned around, so I crossed my fingers.

I might have well spread my fingers the farthest apart I could, as my second to favorite mob rose up around us. Blazes. The crimson eyes stared at us, malicious with intention of destruction. We were screwed. Maybe.