Seriously how do I know these things when I have no memory of nothing outside of the past few hours since I, well I guess you can say since I awakened into this post nuclear nightmare. The more I try to remember, the more my head hurts and nearly having my life essence drained by a warwolf doesn't help matters much either. What I need now is a good night's sleep and that is just exactly what I got. Now I am laying here on top of a countertop near the broken front shop window feeling a lot better. The early morning sunlight was painting the outside sky a soft hue of lilac before soon erupting into a brilliant cloudless blue. The early warmth of the day felt good brushing away the night chill. I moved as silently as I could as to try and not disturb the others, instead I found them already awake and waiting on me.

"G" Morning," said a young girl. I stared at her for a moment trying to dig something out of the fuzz from yesterday.

"Sarah isn't it," I asked.

"Yes it is Misses Tuck. Don't you remember me telling you last night?"

"Well to be quite honest I "How did you know my name?"

The little girl giggled and yelled back towards the others. "Timothy you were right! She is completely off her trolley!"

"Sarah Michelle Jameson," exclaimed an older woman's voice. "Mind your manners and button up your lip!" I looked up to see who I assume would be Sarah's mother hurriedly making her way towards me. She stopped and ushered the little girl, who I would assume to be her daughter, outside with a smack on the butt. "Sorry about that, but you know how children can be."

"Actually I don't but I will take your word for it."

I slid off the counter and gingerly stepped down wincing in anticipation of pain from my lacerated feet. I stood tall for a second and nothing. I rocked back and forth half expecting to reopen the cuts and cuss at myself for being so stupid. I then hopped up and down. Again, nothing. I looked at the woman with shoulders shrugged and immediately hopped back on the countertop and began untying my boots.

"Is there something the matter," she asked me.

I threw a boot next to me and pulled away a severely blood crusted sock from my foot. Nothing. No cuts, no scars, just dried blood. I removed my other boot and inspected my other foot.

"Nothing."

"Oh my, your socks are absolutely covered in blood," the woman stammered. "Dare I ask where all that blood is from?"

"It's my blood," I blankly said. "But I will be dammed if I can find one mark on the bottom feet anywhere." I stuck both of my feet almost directly in her face to show the lack of anything except dry blood on the bottom of them. I hopped from the countertop and strolled towards my duffel bag and retrieved another pair of socks I had stashed away.

"Yesterday I walked my dumbass across a floor littered with broken glass barefoot and I had cut myself pretty bad in a couple of places, but now it looks as if I have never walked on a hard surface in my entire life!" I looked up at the woman who had an expression mixed of uncertainty, fear, and that I was short a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic. Can't blame her I would be looking at me the same way.

"Hey I hope you don't mind me asking, yet last night is really all a blur to me." I tried to speak in my I am not crazy voice. "What is your name again?"

"B-Beg your pardon," she stuttered.

"I'm sorry. I know you told me your name."

"Oh... OH! It's Naomi. My name is Naomi Jameson and yours is Tuck is it not?'

"Yes it is."

"I must thank you again for saving us yesterday from those monsters yesterday. I thought me and my family were about to meet our maker until you showed up."

"Warwolves."

"Excuse me?"

"Warwolves," I replied. "Those monsters as you say are called warwolves. They come from another dimension called Mojoverse. Pretty nasty buggers as you could tell."

"Another dimension," she asked nervously.

"Well I don't think that matters much anymore seeing as to how they are dead in this dimension don't you think?"

She hesitated. "Yes ...yes I suppose so. I take it you have encountered these warwolves before?"

I sat back and pondered the answer to that question. Yesterday was the only time I can recall every actually facing off against warwolves, yet as it seems to be going. I know a lot of crap, but no real memories except between now and yesterday. I bite my lower lip and look at her. "Yeah, just once before." I didn't feel like trying to explain to her how I knew things without having any memories of experiencing them. Both she and I guess her husband both probably think I am completely bonkers as it is. No need to confirm it.

"So Naomi is there anything to eat around here?"

Imagine my surprise when she left and came back with a couple of Twinkies. It's true, even Twinkies can survive a nuclear bomb. A few minutes later we gathered up everything and began to head out. The man's name I was reminded once again was Peter and the annoying little boy was Timothy. Apparently they were on their way west towards a place they called Bluestone for an annual religious pilgrimage. This was their second such trip to this area to hear the songs of the Priestess. I almost wanted to break away running when I found that out, but these were the only other living people that I knew in this place and if they are going to Bluestone then chances are I'll find others there as well.

As the day drew on I began to inquire about how the events that led up to the destruction of London only to find out that it wasn't just London, but as far as Peter and Naomi knew it was the whole world that had met this fate. My mind started racing thinking about the possible devastation that would be littered around the planet and I soon found myself sick to my stomach. That would at least in part explain why London was not rebuilt somewhat. No industry or infrastructure would cause everything to sit at a virtual standstill.

As I thought more on this I began to wonder if this Mys-Tech I felt an aversion for had anything to do with it. Neither of them had ever heard of it. What Peter explained to me was that the catalyst that started all this was an invasion and conquest of the Americas by a race of robotic warriors that first took control of the nuclear arsenals and then began a systematic slaughter of a multitude people worldwide. Negotiations had begun between the robot free nations and the robots themselves only to have the talks break down when Latveria struck out against both sides trying to take advantage of the unstable situation. Within an hour nuclear warheads from the Americas began raining down on the major cities around the world. Not even a half hour later the rest of the nuclear countries responded with their own warheads.

Latveria was the only nation on the planet to be struck by both sides.

I didn't let them know it, but I am not the least bit surprised that Latveria tried that little stunt. Doom is as cold and callous as it gets and he never was above taking a bad situation and trying to achieve some type of personal gain from it.

The day drug on until we made camp for the night. My feet may not be shredded wheat like they were yesterday, but they still were sore as hell from walking all day. We set-up a makeshift lean to against what was left of what possibly could have been a barn at one time. Sarah and Timothy were talking my ear off recalling once again for the hundredth time of how I took on the warwolves. Timothy however seemed to become more and more enamored with my mesh tank top I was wearing underneath my jacket. Little bugger was almost creepy in the way he kept staring. I could have sworn he had x-ray vision and was using it.

Naomi had managed to find some dried canned meat in the pawn shop before we left it this morning and made a weak but slightly satisfying stew. I was surprised to find some chunks of fresh vegetables in my cup that she handed me. Apparently they all come from a farming community near the channel. Good to see that in the face of adversity that mankind can still make its own niche to survive just about anything.

Including the end of the world.

After supper I wandered off from the group to be alone with my thoughts for just a bit. With everything I have learned today it is a small miracle in itself that I haven't gone completely off my trolley as Sarah put it earlier. I walked up towards a small mound to get a better view at the lower plains and surrounding hills. Everywhere I looked it was dark. The only light coming from the stars and moon above and an odd red glow that appears to be coming up from the ground.

I take a step back to inspect the reddish haze. Cautiously I knelt down and brushed away some of the loose dirt to try and get a better idea of what could be causing it. Before I could react hand reached up from the ground and grabbed me by the throat like a vice. I found myself being lifted off of my feet and staring into a mound of dirt and rock that formed itself into a facsimile of a face.

"Program Search ".Program Search ".Program Search ".File Found," spoke whatever this thing was in what seemed to be multiple voices. A pair of crystals formed to shape what could be called eyes on this things face and began to emit a static charge from them. I could feel all the hair on my body begin to stand on end. I even began to shock myself as I tried in vain to claw free from its grip.

"Affirmative. Subject has been identified as item DHT-One-Point-Zero-Five-K. Negative probability of confirmation is zero as subject has been logged as terminated."

Was this crazy thing talking to itself? I tried to size it up as best as I could from my disadvantage point. It looked, felt, organic. A mixture of rock, dirt, crystal, with some sort of electricity running through it, so it had to have some mechanics to it. I could almost swear that this thing was a... OH CRAP!

"Sleeper units not in error. Subject is once again affirmed to be item DHT-One-Point-Zero-Five-K codename Tuck. Mys-Tech threat level designation of ten. Initiate termination protocol immediately."

If I could scream now I would.

The last rays of the setting sun have disappeared over the horizon finally allowing the night chill to come and brush against the wrinkled skin of the woman known as the Priestess to all. She relishes the cool sensation as a reminder of a simpler time of a long ago age when life was so much easier. However it is interrupted when an amulet that is embedded in her throat begins to pulsate warmly against her skin.

The Sleeper has awakened.

She pulls herself to her feet by use of a knotted staff she carries with her adorn with amulets and trinkets of all sorts and as fast as she can makes her way towards a earthen mound. Rapping loudly on the door built right into it she cries out in a graveled voice. "Martin! Martin it's happened again! Martin get your sorry arse out here right this f#%&ing instance!"

The door swings slowly open and a tall half dressed muscular man steps out rubbing his eyes. "What is it Milady?"

"A Sleeper is awake," she cried out hoarsely.

Without hesitation the man quickly darts back into the earthen mound and returns bearing a long golden sword grasping it by its Fleur-de-lis hilt. He raises the sword above his head and is bathed in a bright golden light which causes the Priestess to turn her head away. She utters a foul and extended curse and then by use of the amulet directs him which direction to go.

Quickly he leaps and streaks into the night sky with the sword at the ready. It has been a few years since the Sleeper has stirred and the last time he was the one who put it back into its slumber. He pushes himself harder in the direction the Priestess had indicated. When a Sleeper is awoken it usually means that lives are in danger and in England it is up to him to protect those lives at all cost or he doesn't deserve to be called Captain Britain.

NEXT ISSUE: Bluestone!