Her eyes were swelling up with tears. I point my gun at her.

"Pesu are ngenga?" I ask.

(Who are you?)

I stood up. The sun peered down on my corpse like body. She put her hands over her mouth. 

"Yeah, I know. I look like a zombie." I let out a chuckle.

The older man I had seen on the broken ship. He was as shocked as she was.

"Stay back." I say pointing my gun at him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Neteyam put the gun down." He said.

"How... how do you know my name?" I ask. 

My head was spinning like a whirlpool. I point my gun back and forth.

"Neteyam, son, it's your dad. Jake." He said.

"I've literally never seen you up until now." I say.

Who are them? The woman walks over to me. I know her... but where? I slowly lower my gun. She takes it. 

"Oh, my poor son. Who did this to you?" She asked.

"I was born like this. Or... I woke up like this." I say scratching my ear. 

Yeah, I really don't know how I wound up like a walking corpse. She picks up my hand. The one that had my bones sticking out. She runs her fingers around my hand. This is so confusing. My mind was racing.

"You do not know us?" She asked.

"No." I admit.

"Come with us. We're your family. We can help you." Jake said.

I nod. I climb on my banshee.

"Lead the way Jake." I say.