When the white began to dissipate, three silhouettes stood above him. One held something in their hand, the glint on the end of what looked like a needle drew closer.

"No! NO! NO SHOTS! NO!" Luke lashed out and grabbed the needle. A figure that seemed familiar came into view. Luke couldn't tell who it was through the haze.

"Luke calm down. We're trying to help." They said. Their voice reverberated in his head. The four figures tried desperately to restrain the ex-soldier.

"NO! NO HELP! NO DRUGS! NO NEEDLES!" Luke began trashing about and pushing the four away.

"Luke, we need you to stop moving around so much!" The voice spoke again.

"Sheriff, I don't think this is a smart idea!" A more feminine voice said

Luke began groaning and pushing up.

"Dammit Luke listen to me! This will bring you outta the bliss!" The Sheriff yelled at him. His first response was a shaking of the head.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! I'M HAPPY HERE! I DON'T WANNA GO!" Luke screamed at the people who were trying to take away his happiness.

"Stop fighting it Luke, we're trying to help!" The Sheriff shook the younger man as the other three fought to pull his hand from the adrenaline shot.

"Sheriff he isn't letting go!" A much more timid male voice spoke from the group.

The Sheriff sighed, raised his hand, and slapped Luke. The younger man laid in shock as his grip loosened. Before he could swipe at the needle again, it was ripped from his hands and placed into his chest. A gasp was heard, and Luke calmed. The haze leaving his view.

"Jesus kid, almost scared me to death. How you feel?" The Sheriff said as he sat back in his chair next to Luke's bed.

"Like shit, what happened?" He said placing his hand over his eyes to block out the light.

"Well, we found you just wandering out in a field just North of here. You were blissed outta your mind. When we tried to grab you, you smacked one of our guys over the head with a rock. We played hell getting you back here. Then had an ever-harder time bringing you outta the Bliss." Luke tried to stand, but his legs buckled beneath him. Whitehorse hurried over to catch him.

"Where's everyone else?" Luke watched as Whitehorse looked away, only looking back with a radio.

Looking around the room, the tension grew exponentially. The crackle of the radio drew Luke's attention.

"My children, we must give thanks to God. The day I have prophesied to you has arrived." That voice.

Joseph FUCKING Seed. The words he said to him while he was in the bliss stuck to him. That bastard knew his background. There's no way he won't try to use that to his advantage.

"Everything I have told you has come True... The authorities who tried to take me from you are now in the loving embrace of our family... save for two." The more he talked, the more Luke realized why people followed him. His voice was strong, solid, and full of hope. He felt that in every word he said.

"But these wayward souls will be found. Our friend the Park Ranger, is in Sister Faith's region. And our lost little lamb will be found soon. These lost souls will be returned to our flock. They will be punished for their transgressions. But, in the end, they will see our Glorious Purpose." Luke shivered from head to toe. He knew that he was the Park Ranger that Joseph kept mentioning, He knew where he was. He spoke as if he could get him if he wanted to at any time.

"Will see Their True purpose." At that moment, the silent sound of Amazing Grace began playing in the back of his mind, but the voice singing it, was Joseph Seed. White stars began to fill his vision again, but not to the point of blurriness. Brushing it off as a side effects of coming off the Bliss, he returned his attention back to the radio.

"And they will be forgiven. I am your Father. You are my children. And together, we will march through Eden's Gate." And with that the recording ended. Luke sat for a moment, ignoring the stars and singing, he began to think.

"So, it's just us Sheriff? Luke said, worry present in his voice. The Sheriff shook his head before replying

"That was before I was found. You've been out there for a few days. This recording went out while we were out searching for you. And if it says what I think, it will be just us." Whitehorse began the second transmission.

"My children, today is a glorious day. The lamb is now in our loving care. She is learning what her purpose is." Luke's heart stopped. He realized who it was that Joseph was speaking of. That mysterious Deputy at the church.

"But, our friend the Park Ranger, is still lost. We must find him soon. Those who he will turn to will turn him from the path and poison his mind with their lies." His words seemed to cause the singing to grow louder. As it began to pulse in his head, causing a slight ache to form.

"We must find him soon. I have looked in his eyes. He seeks atonement, but does not know who to trust. He looked in pain. Lost. Alone. And afraid." The more he listened, the more he angered. The more the singing grew. And the green poked at the edge of his vision.

"Luke Wilmette, I have seen your past. You did not speak, but I have heard. We will help you. We will save you. Together we will walk through Eden's Gate together." Luke froze. That was a blatant threat towards Luke. Joseph had basically just said that Luke was his next target. That thought scared him, but he did not let it show.

"Sheriff, do you think you can take care of this place by yourself for a while?" Luke questioned as he walked over to a table with a map on it. Scanning his eyes over it, he glanced over when the layout of Hope County.

"Well yeah, but what exactly are you plannin'?" Whitehorse questioned as he leaned over Luke's shoulder.

Luke said nothing but pointed his fingers up towards the whitetails. Drawing things with his fingers, he hummed or grunted every so often. Finally having enough the woman in the room approached him.

"So, what, you just gonna do that all day, or are you gonna explain what your thinking to us?" she said, the sound of anger lingering in her words. Luke casually stood up and crossed his arms, scanning the room he opened his mouth.

"I'm planning on heading up to the Whitetails, I imagine there are some folks up there who would really appreciate some help right about now. From what I've gathered, Jacob is probably held up in either the F.A.N.G. Center, or the Veterans Center. Now I may be stupid in thinking this, but I was gonna head up there and see if I can't take back the F.A.N.G. Center."

A silence fell over the room as they all stared at him in disbelief. Luke however just kept running over scenarios in his head. Most of them ended with him dead or captured.

"Luke! No, I forbid it. That's a suicide mission and you know it. You may be ex-military, but so is Jacob, and he has an entire army at his disposal." He said grasping the man's shoulders. The Sheriff's eyes pleaded with Luke to not go, but they knew he would not stay.

"I'm sorry Sheriff, but someone's gonna have to fight him Eventually, it's better to hit him now. I'm taking my bag and I'm leaving tonight." With that Luke returned to make sure he had all of his stuff as he prepared to leave.