[color=344A6C][center][h1][b]Tristan Douge[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

"Jesus." Tristan shook his head, as he and the rest of the group climbed over the hill, and saw the massive chasm that cut straight through the city. Welp, so much for just running right back along home. The Chasm itself was weird enough, stretching infinitely on to both horizons, as far as they could see. The actual distance towards the other end wasn't too far, but Tristan got the feeling neither he wasn't alone in thinking that jumping just wasn't worth the risk.

"... Okay, I think we got the answer to all the 'Where da' fuck are we' questions" Jaden deduced.

"Well... We're not in Araminta any more, that's for sure. But then where the heck are we?", Said David, the reporter. He vaguely remembered them. Not soon after Anne died he came down, asking a few questions. Not that he was any fucking help at the time. He'd been snapping pictures since they got there, enough to make the girl that led them out of the warehouse uncomfortable enough to turn back the way they came. Enough to make the girl Tristan left after uncomfortable enough to run off back the way they came. 

"Well, I see two possibilities. One, the world just ended. Two, we died and we're in hell", Tristan mused, folding his arms and turning his attention towards him. Most of the others in their group started kicking rocks and pushing gravel, as if just to tell how deep the chasm really was. Shrugging, Tristan decided to test his own hypothesis, leaning over the edge and spitting out a wad of saliva. He then turned and leaned his ear carefully, listening for the drip at the very bottom. After a few seconds, it never came. Standing back to take a more careful look at the chasm, Tristan noticed that the sun was about to set. A hell of a lot faster than it should've. Either that or they were just spending a lot of time standing around like idiots.

"Okay, Fuck. Looks like we're stuck here. In a place that's like, but not quite, home. The sun looks like it's starting to set. Unless one of us has a pair of wings, we're stuck here. If we can't find our way home, we're better off just sticking together until we can figure things out", Tristan pounded out before he turned on his heel and walked back down the hill, "I'm heading back to the warehouse. I really think we should stick together, at least for a little bit." 

Tristan returned to the warehouse, which was still packed with most of the survivors.[hr]

[color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Agatha continued her panicked, exposed breathing, right up until one of them, a large asian woman, decided to finally breathe some sense into her.

"Calm down," The woman softly said, expressing a bit of care yet also absolute intolerance for her bullshit, "You're acting crazy."

"Yeah, calm your giant ass down," Another woman said, a lot more relaxed about the whole situation, if not being outright [i]smug[/i]. "If anyone has been abducted by aliens, it's me."

After a brief moment, Agatha finally calmed down. She [i]was[/i] being a bit overdramatic. They might have all been in a compromising situation, but being an absolute spaz was a one-way road to nowhere helpful. Her breathing slowed greatly, taking deep breathes and calm recollection. 

"Okay, okay. I'm fine... S-Sorry, I just got a little worked up." Agatha apologized, turning her attention to the woman. Once her surroundings weren't a vivid mess, she was actually able to recognize a few faces. The woman consoling her was Kaitlyn. The other girl... She hadn't remembered seeing her before. Maybe she was from out of town? 

"Agatha." She introduced herself, holding out a handshake to Kaitlyn before she managed to stand herself back up, brushing herself off. 

"I think we should get a move on," Katie suggested, peering out the window. Agatha looked out as well. She saw the sun, still on the horizon, indicating that maybe not that much time had passed at all since they blacked out. What she [i]did[/i] note, however, was that it was setting just a smidge faster than it normally would've. Soon enough, night fall would've come down on their heads. 

"That's a good idea. Those guys that left a bit earlier would imply that we're not exactly trapped here," Agatha agreed with her, nodding.