It was in the morning of a beautiful day, that the Pevensies in Aslan's Country had remembered of Susan. Unbeknownst to them, their very lives would soon be changed.

"What do you think Susan is doing?" Lucy asked.

"Well, it's probably not good, as she isn't here yet." Edmund replied, only to receive an outrageous look from his siblings.

At that very moment, Aslan, as if on cue, decided walked over to them.

"Your sister is in grave danger." He said "An unstoppable evil is about to come upon her".

"What should we do?" Peter questioned.

"What's going on?" Lucy asked, her face full of concern for her sister.

"Even this, I do not know. You must find out for yourselves." Aslan said.

"But how will we get there, we're already dead!" Edmund exclaimed. "There's nothing we can do."

Aslan looked at him, and gently said "My son, there is always a way. I can transport you down to earth, but you will have to find a way back into my country alone."

"And with Susan!" Lucy chirped in.

"Yes. Also, anyone else you deem fit, shall be your guest."

"So how do we get down there?" Peter inquired.

"You can go now, if you want."

"Yes, we will." The three chorused together.

Aslan motioned at the stream nearby and told them "Dive in, and you will find yourselves back down on Earth, along with a couple of necessary items to survive. Good luck."

The three young people help hands, took a deep breath and jumped into the water.


Richtofen, Nikolai, Tank and Takeo ran as fast as they could, away from the hordes of undead, occasionally turning around to fire a few bursts.

"Ve are nearly zhere!" Richtofen shouted as they neared reached the teleporters. They ran inside.

"Now what?" Dempsey asked the doctor, for it was his nickname.

"Enter the coordinates!" Edward shouted, as spheres of electricity flashed in front of them.

"Oh shit!" Tank shouted, as a hellhound pounced onto him and ripped his guts out. The group could only watch in silent horror as too, Takeo was dragged down and killed by the beasts. Finally, Nikolai came to his senses and pulled out his Bowie knife and slashed at the beast until the dog's head fell off.

"Hurry!" he screamed at Edward.

Richtofen punched in the numbers '115' and entered it as more zombies came from the fog. Finally after about seven times, they finally felt the nausea and arrived at a meadow, beside a clear stream.

The two men panted, and looked around.

"Where are we?" Nikolai asked. The doctor shrugged. Just then, three people staggered out of the river.

"Quickly, hide!" hissed Edward, as they rushed into a bush.


The three children swan from the middle of the river to the grassy riverbank.

"Where are we?" Lucy finally asked.

"Probably England." Peter replied, tiredly from their swim to the riverbanks.

"Let's get going then." Edmund said, getting up.

"But where?"

"Wait, Aslan said he would give us something to help us. Where is it?" Lucy said.

"Maybe it's in the river." Peter said.

The boys dove in once more into the pleasantly warm water. They searched for half an hour, but all in vain. They did not find it.

"Ouch." Peter said, after getting cut by the rocks.

Lucy instantly rummaged in her pack for the cordial, but then forgot that it was back in Narnia. But why do I still have my pack?

A sudden realization made her look further.

"Luce, it's not there anymore, remember?" Edmund told Lucy.

"Wait, I think the stuff Aslan gave us is in here!"

Lucy picked out a pack of biscuits, some break, six apples, some clothes, some blankets and a black plastic case.

Lucy gave it to Edmund, who tried to open it but couldn't. In turn, he passed it on to Peter, who tried. It opened easily. Inside, there was a small heavy box labeled .45 ACP and a Colt 1911 pistol.

"What the bloody hell is this?"