"Were the hell are we?" Doc and Marty scanned the strange lanscape. It was a wide,

grassy field, with woods on either side. Marty jumped out of the car, eager to rid himself of

boredom.

"Marty! Get back in here!"

"Don't you want to find out were we are?" Marty called back.

"No! Now let's go!"

They suddenly became aware of a low rumbling. Marty looked around. "Erm...What was

that?"

Before either could even blink, a tremendous explosion knocked the car over and sent

Marty flying. Doc rushed to help him up and the two ran for cover.

"What the hell's going on, Doc?" Marty yelled when they were safe, as he gasped for air.

"It seems we're in the middle of some sort of battle."

Marty rolled his eyes. "But how?...Where? And when?"

"How should I know?...Oh, no."

"What "Oh, no?"

Doc looked around hesitantly before repling, "The Delorean. If it gets hit, we can't get

home." After a few seconds he took off toward the car.

"Doc! No! It's..." A loud explosion interrupted Marty as Doc tripped a land mine. Marty

watched in horror as his friend fell to the ground.

"Noooooooooooooo!" The teenager stumbled to his feet, and hurried as fast as his numb legs

would go. Marty found himself face down in mud, his leg in extreme pain. I must have hurt if

when that first one came, he thought. He looked down. His leg was now bleeding profusely

from the sharp rocks he fell on. Just great. Marty was starting to feel faint. "Doc," he

whispered, before everything went black.