I must have blacked out, where am I?

 

 

My head hurt. My lungs hurt. My face hurt. I was freezing. I groaned softly, my moan was muffled by the dirt that I lay face down in. Yuck. As if to mock my obvious plight, an icy rain started pelting my back, soaking my ripped jeans. Wait…why were my jeans ripped? I had just bought them last week. Or maybe last year, it seemed ages ago. My head felt like it was splitting. I cautiously pushed myself up onto my elbows, dirt clinging