(Ok so sorry for the wait for this third chapter, I promise I will TRY and post more often from now. So from this chapter, I will be setting this story in third person not through yang's perspective. This will make more sense in future chapters. Thanks!) Yang took a deep breath and then stood up. She looked around at her surroundings and made a puzzled face. Everywhere was filled with torn down buildings and wastelands. There was crashed cars everywhere and skeletons lying around lifelessly. Yang summoned Hyper. "Hyper, where the heck are we?" "We are..." the ghost spun around and looked at her surroundings. "Actually I don't quite know. Somewhere near the tower, probably something like New York" "Alright then. New York.." Yang sighed and then looked at the distance as she saw two figures appear and suddenly foreign chatter. She gasped as she saw one of the figures point to her. She looked over to Hyper and whispered "Are they friendly people? Or are they not friendly people?" "Yang.. I don't think they're people! They look like fallen!!" Yang sighed "Oh" she took a step closer to them "well maybe they're friendly fallen!" "Yang don't! You're going to get hurt!" She walked right up to the rock these 'fallen' were standing on. She smiled and then waved. "Helloooo. I'm a bit lost guys, is there any chance you could help me find my way back home? To the tower I think it's called." The fallen looked at each other in disgrace and then shook their heads and pulled out their wire rifles. "Okay... don't help me then.." Yang muttered as she backed off slowly "I'm just going to leave now.. heh" One of the fallen pulled out their shock dagger and stabbed Yang in her side. She fell to the ground and slowly lost consciousness. Before she passed out fully she slowly saw the fallen falling the ground with bullet wounds. She took one last look up with the energy she had left and saw a hooded figure in black armour with a gun and a knife. Then everything went black in Yangs vision. Yet again.