Corey  was gathered around the campfire along with many other banditos. He was informed by the many people of the camp who they were. Bandito's. they were that and only that. He was also informed about the world of Dema, and how horrible the Bishop's really are. He was told the names of the nine Bishops, and was told their details and their phrases to know who was who. He was told what the bishops can and cannot see, they can see gray, black, blue, and red, but are unable to see yellow and green, which the Bandito's seemed to worship.

    Corey wasn't quite done with his transformation to the bandito's yet. He still needed the rest of his gear, and his makeshift army jacket didn't seem good enough for the other banditos. His jacket and tape were replaced. He sat on a log by the fire, staring into the flames. glimpses of red figures in the darkness, just outside of the camp boundaries. 

    When Corey's jacket was returned, he put it on. The smoky smell of the campfires filled the air. the same vultures were in the tree, watching and waiting for their next meal, and hopefully it wasn't him. 

    He morphed to someone else...

    Corey kept a straight face as he walked back to his assigned tent. The tent had multiple beds, but only one was occupied. A frail, skinny girl was sitting in the occupied bed, not asleep, but reading a book about Dema and the rebel Banditos, and she too was wearing the military jacket wrapped with tape. Corey sat down on the bed next to the other's, letting out a tired sigh. "hey..." he said in a groan " your name?" he said firmly as he laid down on the canvas sheeted bed.

    "Casper... Casper Mac" replied the girl, not looking away from her book

    All Corey could do was nod as he slowly closed his eyes, as it was late and he needed sleep.