You’re a new kid. You’re also a shifter. At 12 AM, you passed out and woke up in this weird world. It was desolate, no life. Red skies. Quiet. Until..

Shot!

Shot!

Red head girl: “Go, go, go!”

Blondie: “Hold on! Look!”

He pointed to you, and the others paused and the light brown haired boy kept shooting a gun.

A girl, long brown hair, helped you up and they brought you with them.

Seems like they knew what they were doing.

Should you trust them..?