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A/N: Hi everyone, thanks for checking out my story. This is a story inspired by a very important friend of mine and I would love to tag her, but she didn't want me to mention her name XDXD Lol...but anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter, and please please tell me how you think of it~~~

Austin's POV

I staggered and fell. Blood seeped through my armor. All my hopes are gone. Cannon and gunshots echoed in my head, the ground rumbled as soldiers fall dead before they hit the ground, and I could only form one thought. I was dying, there's no turning back. Images of my family and friends flashed before my eyes and tears trickled down my cheeks. I couldn't save them, the people I loved, the only ones who ever tried to change me. I regretted everything; being a rebel, a troublemaker, and a gambler. I could feel death creep upon me, and before I could even whisper good-bye to the world, I blacked out...

Hazel's POV

Loud noises started to pound on my head. Annoying, loud voices that continued to grow. I couldn't tell where they were coming from. Trying to clear my head up a bit, I started to open my eyes slightly, centimeter by centimeter.

"..Huh?..."

"Oh my god she's awake! Someone get a nurse!" A voice screeched into my ears as my head started to clear up more. A white ceiling glared back at me as I continued to stare at it not knowing what to do. Wait... a white ceiling? A hospital?.....What?!?!

I bolted upright as a booming headache came back at me full force.

"Austin!" My head moved side to side at an unrecognizable speed as I momentarily panicked. "How...Austin!"

The strange lady next to me looked at me in a strange but comforting way. How was I alive? Why aren't there the sounds of gunshots and screaming? Why did everything seem so...peaceful?

"Are you okay? I found you lying on the floor passed out in front of Seven Eleven at 11:30 last night. What happened?"

I tried to recall what happened last. I could swear the last thing I remembered was seeing Austin shot through the head collapsing only to have a knife shoved down my throat immediately after as I saw him slowly die...Austin...

"How.. where am I? How many people died? How am I alive?"

"What do you mean? Nobody's dead."

"Of course everyone's dead! We're in a freaking war! Are you crazy! And why are we sitting in hospital when hundreds of people are dying out there?!"

"U-uh, I'll go call the nurse again. I think she might have some sedatives for you" She quickly bolted out the door with a look of extreme uncertainty and fear. Not knowing what to do, I took a moment to calm myself while I started to observe the room first. Scaling the walls from one side to another, everything seemed normal until I stopped at the calendar. My breathing came slower while my eyes widened.

"October 28......2015?!?!"

Austin's POV

What the heck? Is this where dead people goes when they die? Blinding lights pierced my eyes and my mind was blank. I remembered how blood painted the ground, agony filled the air, and the scent of war spread across the battlefield. I remembered watching my enemy crept up in a bush and fired the bullet before I could even drop to the ground to protect myself. It was an ambush. An ambush. I remembered everything now. But then again, I was positive that the bullet would have killed me...what the heck am I doing here? Maybe this is where dead people went when they die. Then I recalled something else...wasn't there another person...perhaps a soldier that was on the same mission as I was before the ambush happened? I couldn't remember everything...

Blond bun, emerald eyes, and glossed lips...an image of a girl formed in my head, but I couldn't think of her name...something like Helen or Hailey or...Hazel! That's it! Hazel. Where is she? I hoped that she was safe, but something tells me otherwise.

She had cried out my name when the bullet was fired. But she had not screamed my name to warn me about the invaders. She had done it to get my attention. To save her. Suddenly memories rushed back in my head and that was when I remembered how a was knife hurled towards her right after the bullet entered my chest. She's dead. She's gotta be dead. My heart sank and shattered when the thought of Hazel, dead on the ground and all the life in her gone, rose in my mind.

"Hi," a voice broke my train of thoughts, "I see that you're awake."
I glanced up only to find a man wearing white doctors uniform.

"I'm Doctor Miller," he said, "How're you feeling?"
Psh, I smirked, how'd you think I feel? I was going to act cocky and arrogant like my usual self, but then confusion swept over me. Wasn't I dead?

"Where am I? How'd I get here? What am I doing here?" I asked the doc.

"Whoa whoa...slow down kiddo," he backed up. "this girl carried you through the front door of this hospital and yeah...it was quite scary. The girl coughed up tons of blood and collapsed right when she entered the hospital. Our doctors and nurses sent her to another hospital 'cause this is an emergency hospital, used only for emergency situations. The hospital she was placed in is about three hundred miles away from here."

"What was her name?"

"I have no idea. They never asked her," Doctor Miller replied.

"What does she looked like?"

"She's got dirty blond hair, green eyes, and I guess besides all the blood and dirt caked on her body, she's fairly pretty."

Oh my god...My heart skipped a beat.

It's Hazel.

Hazel's POV

"Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god! What the hell is happening?!" I steadily rocked back and forth with a glossy and haunted look in my eyes.

"Holy shit what the hell is happening! W-wait...calm down Hazel. CALM DOWN HAZEL SNYDER! Ok...w-wait...no no no no.....OMG WHAT THE HELL!" My words were drowned by a crazy mantra that almost made no sense. I had no idea what was going on. October 2015?! Like what?

Being under too much pressure, I collapsed onto the bed and gazed up at the ceiling with my hazy, lifeless, yet confused eyes.

"Lemme get this straight...I am back 10 years in the past, I'm still in my 23 year old body, and World War III didn't start yet. Okay....I am officially insane..." I continued to mutter everything that I knew even though everything was completely impossible. Yet, something in the back of my mind told me that what was happening was reality.

Tension started to build up in my body as my mind was littered everywhere. I couldn't focus, nothing made sense, and....what the hell! I look so gross and ugly! No no no my hair!!" I started to clean the specks of dirt and grime that was all over my hair momentarily forgetting my predicament. I didn't notice the mirror in front of me until now.

"My hair! Ew ew... my precious hair! Ugh it's all gross and muddy!" A knock was suddenly heard through the door as I froze. A man in a white coat came in with a small clipboard. He had brown matted hair with emerald eyes. It was eery and slightly freaky, but fascinating at the same time.

"Oh you're awake! Are you feeling ok ma'am? Should I get anything for you before we start a checkup to make sure that you're okay?" I blinked. And blinked. And stared before turning to look at the mirror. Slowly turning back to him, I blinked again before replying.

"Well what do you think I need?! A hot shower, some new clothes, and a comb thank you very much!" I pouted and looked away as the doctor continued to look at me in a surprised, yet owlish way.

"Hahaha. Well it's good to see that you're mentally back in shape. And I'm afraid you can't get that shower quite yet, but I'll get you a comb." He lightly waved his hand back at me before walking out the door. I look at the door, then the mirror, then the door and finally dropped my jaw. Where the hell did my outburst come from?!

...

Austin's POV

Hazel...Hazel...I gotta reach her. She's somewhere near here and I have to get to her. The doctor left and I was alone in the hospital room. I was not attached to any machine and there weren't nurses or other doctors coming into my room to check my conditions. There was a window...wide open...and I was on the first floor of the fifteen-story high hospital. There was only one way out. Through the window.

I was going to get out of the bed when I felt something wrong. There were no bullets in my body, no pain physically, and besides the messiness of my hair, nothing else is dirty. I did not have time to examine myself in the nearby mirror. I leaped through the opened window and into the fresh morning air. I felt a hard lump in my pockets and reached in to find my phone with a few percent of battery. Excited, I dialed Hazel's number. But my heart sank as my call went into the answering machine. Well at least I can trace her location since my phone is intact with hers just in case of emergency. I guessed this situation could be pronounced as an emergency. I ran, harder and faster each time as my feet pounded on the cement ground. My heart raced and I hope with all my might that Hazel is safe.

I got lucky. The emergency hospital stood in front of me when I turned the corner, but I don't have time to catch my breath. I kept on running and sprinting towards the automatic door of the emergency hospital. It opened and the cooled air from the Air Conditioner washed over me, giving me a sense to stop jogging.

"I...I...I need to...visit..." I panted, "a patient...her name's Hazel Snyder."

The lady sitting at the from desk peered down at me as if I'm some mental creature from outer space. I glared up at her and she immediately got to work, calling the nurses and the doctors to notify a guest for Hazel Snyder. A nurse wheeled a girl with blond hair, green eyes, and full lips into the waiting room and it took me everything to not jump into the air and scream with delight. Hazel...Hazel Snyder's still alive...The nurse set Hazel's wheelchair down before me and even with the dirt caked on the girl's face, I could still recognize the beautiful woman who was comrade and partner in the World War III.

"Hi Hazel," I smirked, "nice hair."

"Thanks," she rolled her eyes, "look Austin, something strange happened. Something weird that should have never happened..."

I gave her a look that children used when they do not believe something. But her expression was serious and she did not laugh out loud when she noticed the look I gave her.

"What now?" I said.

"Austin," Hazel turned to me slowly, "do you know what the date is?"

"Yeah," I answered, "wait, no. I didn't check, why does it matter anyway?"

"Austin," she said again, "the date is October 29th, 2015."