Alan whimpered something, getting behind Alex and grabbing his coat, looking out from behind him. He gulped, shaking as he looked around, trying to see something.  All he saw was sand and<br/><br/>Wait a minute, there was more than sand around, wasn't there? "U-uuhh, Alex...I-I'm scared." He muttered, holding close to the other man. He looked around a bit more, noticing something. Some sort of distortion in the air. "H-hey, Al-"<br/><br/>Suddenly, the distortion appeared to shoot forward, a hot blast of wind slamming into Alan and throwing him back. "OWOWOWOWOW" He complained, holding his face and standing up. "W-what was that?" he cried, feeling someone grab his shoulder. He whipped around, face turning right with fear as he looked up, seeing a man covered with scars, with a brown buzzcut, looking down at him, covered in a heavy brown cloak.<br/><br/>The man raised a hand, a distortion forming between him and Alan, blasting Alan away, landing him next to Alex.<br/><br/>"Money. Supplies. Now." The man said, holding a hand out, a distortion in the air appearing in front of it.