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Chapter 3

"Oof!" I landed on my rear, hard. Just what I needed. A bruised derriere.

"I think Daxter's bad luck is starting to rub off on me." I muttered as I stood up and brushed myself off. At the absense of a "Hey!" or some kind of smart retort, I turned around.

The only thing there was an empty street. Wait- street? Sandover didn't have streets last time I checked. How long were we in that warp tunnel? It had only seemed like a couple of minutes, but then again a warp gate could take you across the country in a matter of seconds. The more I thought about it, the more scared and lost I felt. "Daxter? Keira? Jak? Samos?" I was hoping that this was just a trick they were playing, that they would pop out, yell, "Surprise!" or "Gotcha!"

But this didn't feel like a practical joke. This felt real, and that made it ten times worse. Looking around, I also saw that the buildings were all crooked, and leaning into each other. There were ditches every few hundred meters and wooden bridges to cross them.

A strange man (I think it was a man) walked up to me, wearing bulky red armor and holding a weird weapon. That wasn't normal, but then neither was falling in Dark Eco and popping out an orange furball. "Excuse me, miss, but I'm going to have to confiscate your bag. Civilians aren't allowed to carry bags outside their homes. Baron's orders." His voice was oddly coated with static. I backed up a couple steps as he reached for my satchel, and retreated some more as he advanced. The man raised his weapon. "Give me the bag, and nobody's going to get hurt."

Next thing I knew, I was running in the other direction. The red man yelled for me to halt, and when I didn't he raised a communicator and began talking into it. "Suspect in Sector twelve! Carrying suspicious package!"

Soon a whole squad was chasing me. Gunshots sounded, the projectiles missing by mere inches. Sheesh, overreactive much. So I refused to give them a bag, big whoop! But this wasn't the time for sarcasm, This was the time for making myself scarce. I hopped down in a ditch when I had enough of a lead. Pressing myself against the wall, and heart beating so loud I thought the Precursors could here it from wherever they were, I tried to quiet my breathing. The red men crossed the bridges above me, calling out, "Suspect not in sight!" every few minutes. They were definitely not the smartest bunch, standing over a 2-yard wide hole and not having the common sense to look down. Not that I was complaining.

After about an hour they left. I peeked out of my hiding place, and pulled my head in just as fast. The men in red were everywhere! I slid down to the ground, keeping a death grip on my bag. Okay, deep breaths. In and out. they couldn't just walk around this area forever, could they?

Fortunately, they didn't. After another hour they declared the area 'safe' and 'not housing any threat.' So when nobody was looking, I climbed out of the ditch, took a few steadying breaths, and walked around.

It got dark soon after, and it seemed that there was a curfew here, because the minute the sun disappeared most people followed suit.

I guess I got beaned with a smidge of luck when I found some semi-exposed heating pipes. Crawling in and finding it a near-perfect temperature, I curled up and fell asleep, hoping that I could find everyone soon.

Cheerio, ta ta, bye bye, peace out, ten four, over and out...

Not as long, I know. Next time will be longer. And I find it fair to warn you that updates will not be very often in the near future, thanks to a suckish invention called "High School." Half the stuff they teach us will be forgotten soon after they hand us the diplomas, anyway

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