OZ

A rush of cold air was the first thing Sarah felt in what seemed like forever. She tried to open her eyes but her lids felt so heavy that she thought they were made of lead. Her body ached all over. Sarah groaned slightly as she sat up, rubbing her raven haired head. Breathing was hard but slowly got easier. She opened her eyes slowly to find the world still fuzzy and dark. However, as she felt the air shift an intense heat suddenly covered her naked body. Though her sight was still fuzzy at best she could see a glowing orange blur right next to her.

"Fire?" thought Sarah as she felt the heat return with a rush of air. "Wind... am I outside?" Sarah stood up. As she looked away from the orange blur everything returned to dark "its night". Sarah took several steps before she tripped over some thing. What she fell on was very cold and metallic. Her sight had retuned just in time to see a greasy and scorched T-800 endoskeleton missing its limbs look up at her. Only one eye on the Endo glowed red as it used its still functioning teeth to bite at Sarah.

Sarah gasped in fear and stumbled away from the Endo and on to what felt like a person. Sarah turned see a blank look of an Asian man who had a six inch hole in his chest that had been cauterized. Sarah let out another gasp of fear as she got to her feet. Panic started to set in as she looked up to see that the field she woke up in was littered with bodies of men, women, and metal. She turned around to the spot where she woke up to see a burned out attack helicopter inches from her resting area. A vicious, frigid wind whipped its way across the glen, sending a paralyzing chill across Sarah's exposed body.

"Clothes…I need some clothes and then I can freak out." Sarah made her way through the killing field looking for some clothing. But each body's clothing had holes or burns through them. Finally, Sarah found a semi-intact chopper with a dead pilot whose clothes were still intact. Sarah pulled the man out of the wreckage, striping him of his leather bomber jacket and fatigues. Sadly, the man's shirt was covered in blood and his feet did not come with the rest of his body.

Sarah pulled on the pants first. They were loose on her so she used the belt attached to the bomber Jacket as a belt for the pants. Next she slipped on the jacket. Sarah felt warm almost immediately after. Sarah pulled her wavy hair out of the jacket and tucked it behind her ears.

As she moved her hands toward the zipper a strong, hard hand griped her shoulder. Sarah snapped her head to the side just in time to see one of the biggest endoskeletons she had ever seen throw her across the field. Sarah slammed hard against a downed HK, feeling as if all the air in her lungs disappeared. The ground began to shake slightly as the battle- damaged Terminator walked menacingly toward Sarah, crushing and snapping the bones of the dead with each step. Sarah slowly got on her hands and knees looking for a weapon to defend herself with. Fortunately, she found a Desert Eagle sticking out of the bomber jacket. Sarah checked the magazine, took aim, and fired on the advancing machine.

Sadly, the fifty caliber pistol did little to slow the hulking monster. The 600 was only inches away when it reached her. Out of bullets, Sarah stared up at the eight foot terminator defiantly.

"DO IT, YOU METAL BASTARD!!!" Sarah yelled, looking certain death in the eyes.

Just as the 600 moved in for the kill, a flash of light impacted with the terminator's skull, incinerating it. The body of the metal fell backwards, causing small tremors in the ground beneath. Sarah breathed hard as she tried to put together what just happened.

"Don't move," a man's voice called out to her from the shadows of the night. Sarah raised her hands to show she was unarmed.

"What's your serial code, Soldier?" the voice asked from the darkness.

"I… don't know … I don't have one, I'm not a soldier" Sarah responded, rushed and still confused about what exactly was going on. She heard what sounded like an automatic winding down.

"Huh… that's good, 'cause if you would have given me one I probably would have blasted you," the man responded non succulently, coming in to the light of a nearby fire. He was young, no more then twenty or twenty-one with wavy, brunette hair. He wore a worn, dark brown leather jacket with a red sash tied around his left elbow. The collar was popped up and several buttons were missing. His fatigues were black with some sort of pads sewn into the knees. He had brown motorcycle boots that reminded Sarah of the ones she once owned.

The young man made his way down the hill toward Sarah with his plasma rifle raised slightly. He stopped several yards from Sarah looking the terminator over.

"Wow that was a T-600, I didn't know Skynet still makes those anymore" the man said with a bit of surprise in his voice. He sighed then turned his attention to Sarah who was also looking at the decapitated Endo.

"Ummm … where are your … clothes??" the man asked confused. Sarah looked at him strangely for a second before noticing that she was exposing her bare upper body to him due to never getting to zip up the jacket which she did immediately. She gave the young man a reproachable look to which he blushed and lowered his head in shame.

"Well I guess since that rubber skin was after you so you're not metal." The young man stated changing the subject. He walked past her and out over the wreckage to a View of a vast no mans land.

"Wear am I?" Sarah asked a bit panicked walking up next to the young man.

"Well, as far as I know we are in Baja California hundred miles from Home Plate" the man said with a sigh sling his rifle behind him oblivious of Sarah's tone.

"No the date, what year?" Sarah asked desperately grabbing the young mans sleeve and yanking.

He grabbed her hand pulling it off him and in one fluid motion Judo flipped Sarah on her back. He had a murderous look in his eyes as he looked down at her but slowly faded and he let out a sigh.

"Don't grab people, alright." The man said slowly letting the adrenaline drain. Sarah nodded and the man offered her a hand to which she took. He pulled her up in one effortless motion.

"And to answer your question, It's …" the man stopped and looked off in the distance for a moment as if he was reading something.

"December, 12 2029" said the young man looking back at Sarah puzzled. Sarah stepped away from him quickly. She felt sick to her stomach and light headed. Sarah repeated the date over and over until she blacked out.

Some more Foot Notes

So I was trying my best to describe the leather Jacket that the Resistance soldier is wearing as the one Dean wears in Supernatural.

I have observed that Sarah likes to grab people violently when she is trying to make a point which is not a good habbit when in a post Jday world. LOL

Also a warning to all Anti Jameron people this FF will have Jameron in the future so just sayin.

Please R&R guys I need to know what you think.