Alright readers, welcome back to another chapter of our collaboration, where another character is introduced, this time written by Real Teagy SOT. So, the self insert applications are now closed, but the established characters and own character slots are available. So, we hope to see you soon. On with the show!

Disclaimer: Neither I nor any of the other co-authors of this work own Mass Effect or any other themes that may present themselves in this fic.

AN: Hello there, Mass Exodus is co-written by:

BrambleStar14

CinderPelt11

RedViking96

Rfalzar

Julian926

BioticStories

Luminara Unduli

Wreaksauce

And Myself.

Chapter Three

Matthew: Arrival

March 26th, 2013, City in the United Kingdom

Real Teagy SOT

"I may be drunk miss, but in the morning you will still be ugly"- Winston Churchill

As I set off on my morning run, I make sure I have what I need. I'm wearing a dark blue fleece to help ward of the recent random snow we've had for the past few days. I'm wearing black shorts which reveal my the ginger hair and pale skin of my legs. My black running shoes that have three golden stripes down either side of the foot, my preferred pair for today. I place my keys into my pocket as no one will be home when I get back and I slot my phone in beside it, making sure to turn on my running mix of songs to help motivate me.

I slide the thin pair of gloves over my hands to help keep them warm. Taking in a deep breath I let the cold to reside in my chest for a brief moment before exhaling. Today is going to be a little more challenging than usual, running in the cold is the worst for me. The track I run on is in a field area just on the outskirts of the town. The area isn't suitable for building on due to the presence of abandoned coal mines and has been like that for at least the past 50 years, that much I'm sure of. Crossing the road to reach the field I look up into the sky to see the sun greeting the city with it's warm look but cold touch. It's heat won't be helping me today.

The past few days has been snowing, for a while now my city hasn't received a lot of snow. But this recent storm saw fit to change that as the snow in some places still reaches to just below my knee. Fortunately the path I'm running won't be difficult, the snow has been cleared and beaten by the previous pedestrians who wander the field path. Walking their dogs or just a random stroll is the norm. The path itself loops back to the start, fortunate for me as it is roughly 3 km long. Good enough for a 20-30 minute jog.

As I reach my starting point I notice the odd being in the distance, a man or women wearing winter clothing who appears to walking their dog in the distance. Maybe I will cross paths with this person, maybe not. It's not important either way, I need to get this run done so I can keep my fitness levels the same. A memory comes to mind. At a point at least 2 years ago, I had ran on this same course finding it difficult to do long distance running. During that run I had difficulty controlling my breath, I smile knowing how much I have improved. But my smile grows even larger as I remember a person I had met on the run.

As I had reached a certain point, perhaps where the iron wheels are in the ground I had found a man lying on the floor. I had come to a stop and took a quick look around me, at the time I remember not knowing whether he looked like he had been attacked or what. But as I approached I discovered he had not been mugged, beaten or left for dead. He was simply drunk out of his mind. I laugh again as I remember his attempts to keep himself up as I led him out of the fields and back into the street. He was adamant he didn't need help, but I felt the need to help him back to the residential area at least. I had never seen that guy again, but I knew that I had I left him, he would definitely have frozen where he lay, at least I gave him a nudge in the right direction.

I stretch my legs to keep the muscles from cramping up during the run. As I do the cold breeze cuts daggers into my face and ears. I wince in discomfort, wishing I had not shaved this morning otherwise I might have a defence for this cold air. I take note that my hairy legs do not feel cold, which is good considering it's at least 0 degrees out here with a mildly cold breeze. Getting my feet into the beat of the song I start my jog along the concrete path. Keeping my arms close to my body to help keep me warm for the time being.

Instead of looking ahead of myself I look at the floor ahead of me and keep running, to keep the brightness of the snow from hurting my eyes. For the next 5 minutes I repeat the same pattern I have done for months on end. I run up behind the Elderly Care Home and take a left down a slightly elevated hill, taking this time to catch some of breath whilst I'm running. Much needed breath when you plan to run up a hill that isn't paved with concrete, the breath will be stolen from me rapidly as I make my way up. One foot after the other, breath after breath I reach the top of said hill, my forehead feeling hotter and my mouth is getting that strange taste you always get when you run long distances. Like a Hunter hunting it's prey. Most likely a predatory instinct Humankind must has.

As I reach the top of the hill I see the figure from before just disappearing from view on the hill ahead of me. As I catch my breath moving over to the next hill, where the stranger is I think about something to help keep my focus. Hitting the top of the hill I look down to see my path. What catches my surprise isn't what's there, it's what isn't. The man/women with their dog isn't present on the path and the snow is too deep on either side for them to get far enough out of sight. At that moment something catches my ear through my music and I instinctively take them out and listen.

Only the breeze of the wind as it passes my ears, just as before they are sat in my ear again I hear the woman. Snapping to my left I see her waving her arms in my direction trying to get my attention. Her voice sounds so distant.

"Help!" I know she is shouting but it almost sounds like a whisper at this distance.

I jog further down to see the path she took, finding the gap she made with her feet I start along it.

"I'm on my way!" I shout hoping she can hear me.

What she wants still eludes me except for the fact her doggy lead isn't in her hands. I am not fetching her dog for her damn it. She's wearing full winter gear and I'm in shorts for God's sake. But my nature gets the better of me, I carry on jogging and as I pass the tree she must have passed by the footsteps in the snow. I look to see where she is and for the life of me I can't see her any more. I follow the footmarks nonetheless. My chest aching from the cold air I'm breathing.

Suddenly I feel a massive movement under my feet and fear grips me and I stand still, placing my hands out to my sides as if to catch my fall or balance myself. The movement stops and I take a few steps forward testing the ground in case it's not stable. Satisfied I walk forward, taking great care to not move to fast.

"Ma'am! Where are you!" I shout as I put my hands next to my mouth in an effort to boost my noise.

Taking a deep breath I shout again "Hello!?"

The ground beneath me shakes violently and I hear what can only be described as the sound of bones breaking but on a much larger scale. The shake brings me to the ground and before I can pick myself up and move it caves in. I only gasp at what has befallen me before darkness surrounds me and I'm no longer awake.

My senses return to me as I lay there, amongst the rocks and dirt. My hearing is the first to come back, then my sight. I hear nothing but the cold breeze but it sounds slightly distant. I open my eyes and carefully don not move my head. For all I know I have a serious injury and I don't want to upset it. Moving my fingers and toes gives me relief that I can still move, slowly sitting up I take note of my surroundings. I'm in a cave, a very dark and cold cave. More of a tunnel really as I try to focus my eyesight and see walls at either side of me but not in front or behind. I look up to see the hole I fell through. Around me are fragments of wood, wet and weak. If I had to guess I would say I just set foot upon a weakened shaft. When I get out of here I'm going to shit bricks through the letterbox of who ever's fault this is.

Slowly standing up I judge the heigh I fell from being at roughly 4 meters. I grip a side of the wall and it sludge's up in my hand because of the moisture in the air. Not good climbing material surely.

"Hello!?" I howl, trying to get the woman's attention from before.

No response.

"Stupid cow!" I spit at no one in particular, letting my anger wash over me.

For a few moments I weigh my options, I could wait here and hope someone finds the hole or I can see if this leads out somewhere. Hold that thought! I grip my phone from my pocket and hold it high, to see how good my signal is. Which is to say no bars.

"Oh come on!" I say as I jump about trying to get a signal.

With the phone being unresponsive to the attempt I almost launch it at the wall in anger but I hold myself back. What would that achieve? I'm going to need it's light if I'm getting around down here. I take a deep breath and begin walking down the tunnel, shining the light from my phone onto the floor. I swap between the floor and the surroundings from time to time. Taking one cautious step after another I come to the end of the tunnel for about 30 minutes of walking. I see a set of wooden bars that obstruct my path and I approach them. I hear faint sounds coming from the other side of it, like a generator or machinery. Strange, there's no machinery in my area of town.

I get my ear as close to the wood as possible without touching it, don't want creepy crawlies getting in there after all. The machinery or the generator sounds ever more present. The anticipation gets the better of me and I feel the wood, which is damp like the wood from before. I start kicking at it to force it in. With the surrounding walls not showing signs of giving way I put more effort in, wanting to get home for a hot cup of tea and a hot shower. I feel the wood weakening by each kick.

"Just!" I kick at the wood "Fucking!" and again "Give Way!" and the whole wooden section caves in to my attempts.

Dust shoots up into my face and I get pulled forward by the air as it rushes into the room. For a second I thought I was pushed by someone or something and I look around trying to spot whatever it was. After a few moments of brief panic I settle down, realising what it really was. Now with my attention focused on what I see before me.

Something truly remarkable.

The structure I see is of an almost creamy white, shaping up in the cavern in a semi circle from the ground up to the cave roof and back down again. I am truly speechless. I have no clue as to what I see before me. My hairs stand up on end as I approach the structure, inspecting it for a clue to it's origin. As I approach however, my phone decides to die and it's light dims.

"No, no no no" I say as I hit the phones buttons to check it's power. The bars quickly drain and the light disappears.

Much to my relief, the room is still lit up by means I cannot discover. I place my phone back into my pocket and inspect the structure further. My interest now focused on it and not my escape. The floor is perfectly smooth like a slab of marble and there is a pedestal in the centre with a small dome shape at it's top.

I slowly approach it and it reacts. As I pass a circle inscribed in the floor which surrounds the pedestal, the dome folds into the pedestal to reveal something awe inspiring. A green sphere is suspended in the air, about the size of my hand. The sphere is all that exists, I approach with my hand extended unaware of my surroundings. I begin to hear faint sounds, whispers almost. They grow louder with each step closer I take. The whispers becoming shouts up until the point I touch the orb in which they fall silent. My hand is grasping the orb, ripples stream across as if it's water and reach the other side only to come back and hit my hand. I try to remove my hand but find myself locked firmly into place.

Panicking I grip my wrist with my other hand and try to break it free. All I see is the orb growing brighter with each passing moment and the whispers crawling back into my mind. Fear grips me and I panic to break free. The whispers growing back into shouts I find my self on my knee's due to the disorientation I feel. Next I feel as though something has just slammed into me and I fall down silent.

/\/\/\/\/\

March 26th, 2181, Unknown Location

My senses rush back into my control and I sit up rapidly in shock and surprise. I find myself lying down on a set of chairs in a corridor. I'm wearing a suit and shoes to match. I lift my arms in disbelief. Had I been dreaming? I quickly shoot that thought down, as I look out of the window to discover myself in the middle of the city, or what I think is my city. I see cars, futuristic cars driving about and hover cars flying around. Hover Cars!

The buildings are just as different, looking like polished metal and futuristic designs. My ears ring as though someone has just been recently screaming into them. Probably because something had been in that cave. Just what in the actual fuck was that?

My wrist vibrates and an orange holographic shape pops over my left arm, making me jump in surprise.

"Jesus!" I squeal.

A window opens and grabs my attention.

"Date: 26th of March, 2181"

Just where . . . and when the hell am I?

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AN: Well, here is my character (Me, as it is a self insert) getting caught up in the recent disappearances of individuals. Hope you enjoyed reading it. Until next time!

Real Teagy SOT everyone! We hoped you liked his character, as you will be seeing him a lot more! Next chapter out soon guys, see you then!

BrambleStar14