Infection-A New Beginning: Part I

The man driving the stagecoach wrapped his shawl tighter around him against the cold night air. His caravan needed to get to the village, or the half dozen sick and freezing people on board would die. He had made the journey many times before, but never before had it seemed so urgent. Just as he saw the village over the ridge, a bright blue light flashed in front of him, causing the horses to rear up and throw the driver off the stagecoach. He struck his head against a rock and went limp. As the stagecoach flew by, pulled by the crazed horses, the groggy passengers just began to notice two men that had suddenly appeared next to them. One looked to be in his 50's the other, late 20's. "Did we make it back to New Washington?" the younger one asked. "I don't think so." the older one replied. "Unless you remember stagecoaches drawn by horses in the year 2015." The passengers merely grunted and went back to sleep. "Um, Derek?" the younger one asked. "If were not in 2015, then where are we?" Derek never had a chance to reply, as the carridge was flung forward away from the horses, rolling down a ravine, and finally coming to a stop at the bottom. The two strange men were the only ones that climbed out of the wreckage. "Shouldn't we help these people?" "There's no time Austin." The man replied. "Besides, we have to get out of here before we do something that completely destroyes the future!" Derek punched some numbers into the device in his hand and they dissapeared in another flash of blue light.