Trip wasn’t sure what to make of all of this. He remembers being a camp — not that he really enjoyed being there in the first place — but it was still the last thing he remembered. Everything after that was really fuzzy, Trip vaguely remembers something about a pipe. He can’t really recall the specifics, but he also remembered gunfire of sorts, but that could be his bad memory playing tricks on him. He woke up by a fire in front of seven strangers he didn’t know. To make matters worse, there was some mechanical, talking monster. Trip didn’t do well with crowds and even worse when one of them looks frightening. 

As he would groggily get himself into a sitting-up position, Trip would shake his head slightly, wiping the specs of dirt from his eyes. He would look around. He would see that a few of them would wake up, when the first one spoke, that prompted the little robot thing to explain the entire situation. Trip would listen, though he was definitely still wary of anything that looked like that it shouldn’t talk, but did. However, as the little bot would explain it all, Trip came to a place of slight understanding. It definitely was something to consider. The little robot in front of them is apart of a race known as Digital Monsters, but prefer the term Digimon and each of them have their own name and belong their respective species. That much Trip could understand, but why was he here and why the heck did he have a brown device?

Trip would shake his head, look to those who were awake already, and he would try to get a few words out. [b]“Um, so, yeah, what exactly are these things?” [/b]Trip asked nervously as he held up the brown device that he woke up to find in his hand.