The sun shined.

So brightly and blindingly it shined, restoring consciousness to Dan. He got up. He had remembered everything that happened yesterday. The ground below him was drowned in a puddle of his blood.

Click.

Pistol... Booker... Dan had never thought that after the night before, he would see it happen all again. He was scared to death. Booker was just pointing the gun at him, pretty much torturing Dan. He couldn't stand the sight.

"If you're gonna kill me, then just fucking kill me already!" Dan shouted with agony. He saw Booker about to pull the trigger when he suddenly had a change in mind.

Dan grabbed a sharp edged rock and flung it at the tree next to him. His tactic was succesful. It distracted Booker, and not only that, but the tree began to tip. Dan made a run for it, but soon tripped over a rock, doubling over in pain. Booker ran out of the way from the falling tree. Dan was confident to win this fight. Completely ignoring the severe pain in his foot, he grabbed the wedge shaped rock as Booker was distracted. Dan flung it at Booker like a boomerang, where it hit him dead center in the nose.

Booker fell backwards in complete trauma. Dan could see blood dribbling from Booker's nose. He flinched at the site and ran off as he was yesterday. The pain in his leg was so horrible, but he was confident as ever. He knew he needed to get to Winterville, and he needed to get there now. He would forever be wanted in Raptorton.

He also felt guilty, for he had stolen Booker's gun when he knocked him cold. He was making barely any progress in his walking, so he used it to shoot some of the deer in the woods, where he would have to skin and practically disembowel the animal with a twig to get to the parts he could eat. It was gross, but Dan reminded himself, it's for survival.

Walking... walking... walking. Dan had been walking for 5 days, and eating deer breakfast/lunch/dinner those days. He had 3 hour rests as he was afraid more enforcement would try to catch him. And on his 6th day, about to take his nap, he noticed a sign.

WINTERVILLE - UP AHEAD.

He almost danced with joy. He left his outbursts inside. He only had to walk about 5 more minutes until he reached their town gate. He tried to pry the gate open. But it wasn't working. He looked up and saw a talking intercom. He pressed the red button and spoke in, "Hello, my name is Dan and I would like to move in."

After about 5 seconds, one of the doors opened. Dan, about to step in, was stopped. A tall pigeon stood in a full uniform. He pulled up a rifle and pushed it in Dan's stomach.

"Whadda ya want?" the pigeon said. Dan gulped."Who are you?" he said with bitter shock. "I'm Viera Totolage, now do you need something? Because if you don't then I can get yourself out of my life with this rifle."

Dan had to rely on his abilities. He slapped Viera in the face. HARD. Viera, clamping to get his hands on his cheek, dropped the rifle. Dan quickly picked it up and ran with it. Viera didn't notice until a little bit. Viera started chasing him down, and the weight that Dan had to withhold was giving Viera a gain. Dan relied on what he used to knock out Booker. A rock.

He put the rifle down and quickly picked up a wedge shaped rock. He tried to throw it but he never realized how close he was to Viera. He lodged the rock right into Viera's nose. Deja vu, one might say. Viera fell to the ground in suffering.

Dan walked past him to skip another sight of blood and entered the door that Viera left open. He entered carefully, and luckily, no one else was blocking the town gate. He entered the town. He was mad as hell. There was nothing there that the pamphlet had. It was all a bunch of trees.

Then he realized. A museum. Maybe they didn't lie about everything. He started to run over to the museum, but then he saw a group of about 80 wandering around with guns. "I'm screwed," Dan mumbled. But he stealthily snuck off behing trees and rubble to get to the museum entrance.

He couldn't believe his sucess. He took a look at the exhibits. Something was wrong.

All the fish were present, but they were all dead

All the bugs were present, but they were all dead

All the fossils were present, but they were all in the wrong places

All the paintings were present, but they were all forgeries

Dan clutched himself and hoped for the very best. As he went back into the lobby, he went up to the observatory. All there was... a telescope, a stool, a globe, and a bookcase of books. No people. Dan started to regret not listening to the captain driver.

He went down to the last room. It was a coffee shop. A bunch of clean cups. Coffee was in the pourer. Cups of cream, milk, and half and half were there. There were alot of gyroids on the shelf. There was a lone guitar on the stage. And there was one more table, which looked like a table for poker. There was even a deck of cards up on it.

But nobody there. Something horribly wrong. Dan poured the brewed coffee in a cup. He took a taste. It was the best coffee he had ever tasted, so bitter, so sweet, so tangy, all in one. But he focused on the most unusual thing ever. The coffee was piping hot. Obviously, the coffee was brewed not long ago.

And all of a sudden.

The door bust open. A man with an AK47 stepped in and stared Dan down. It was one of the people he saw outside. The man cornered Dan to the wall. Dan was scared as ever... he leaned back trying to enjoy his last few seconds.

The wall spun around. He was in a new room. He could hear the AK47 man banging on the wall, but he couldn't get in. He was safe! Kinda...

He jerked his head to something new. 4 animals. Sitting. In. The. Room. Just looking at him with this "Who the hell is that?" look on their face.

It was a white dog, thick eyebrows, short legs.

2 owls, 1 male, 1 female, male with bowtie on chest, female with bowtie in head fur.

And one pigeon, full suit, with a cloth.

Dan was stunned.

"Hi..."