John carefully walked out of the house. The major earthquake had left the ground split up and uneven. How he had survived was anyones guess. All he knew was that he had to leave before the tremor came. Or maybe he should stay? He didn't know, or did he? Things had become really mixed up in his mind after the quake. Was his name even John? He shook his head as if to clear it, and he continued onwards. "Hey!" A voice rang out behind him, he turned to see his mother, dressed in her ripped jean shorts and purple tee. He could see it in her eyes that she'd been crying. Craddled in her arms was a small bundle that was his little brother, Allen. "You're not gonna leave us behind are you?" "Mom?" "Well, who the heck did you think I was?" Then, all went black. John awoke in a cold sweat, a sharp pain shot through his legs, he cried out. He looked down and saw tubes attached to his chest and arms. He blacked out again. -prologue