Cold. Dark. Yelling. Pain. Noise. Rain. Alone. Lost.
He opened his eyes and blinked against the cold rain. He knew he was on the ground. His head ached and he pulled himself to a sitting position, which hurt him even more.
It was dark. Night. He was sitting in ruins and there were a few fires in the wreckage.
He didn't see anyone. He didn't know where he was. He heard yelling in the distance. He was covered in dirt and dust and blood. He was tired. He rose to his feet and stumbled. He hurt all over.
He was lost. He walked away. Where was he?
Why was he there?
Who was he?