The first thing that crossed his mind was: water. He could feel the electricity in his dry mouth and this was a pretty shitty way to be waking up. Wait… waking up?

Okay, now the shock came in. Where was he? What was he doing here? How did he get here? The questions were all just fighting for attention inside his increasingly aching head. Why the hell did he have the feeling that his tongue had turned completely dry and with that – solid? It felt like swallowing sand instead of saliva.

He managed to open his eyes and he was momentarily blinded by the bright light. Then, after blinking several times, he could see. And what he could see didn't make him feel better about his condition. Things were getting worse by the minute.

When he tried to move, it was like his whole body tingled with electricity for a moment. But then it was gone just as fast as it had come. There was a strange smell that he could feel in the air – a smell that reminded him of something burning but… not quite burning in the normal way. Also ozone, he was certain that other smell belonged to ozone.

But really, where was he?

He looked around and realized he was lying on top of a hill. It was a completely naked hill, save for the thick, short, green grass and the tree that was several meters to his right. What was really strange was how the grass that he was sitting on was completely burned out. He was technically sitting in a black circle. That changed everything. It also made things a tad bit creepier.

Had he been struck by lightning? Was that the reason he can't remember anything from before he blacked out? If a lightning had really struck him, then how was he still alive? There were so many questions, so many different ways for him to have come to be where he was. The lightning was a high probability when he thought about it. There was no other way to explain the charred grass and his black out. The static electricity that he felt when he moved and his absolute dehydration were part of it too.

He looked up – the sky was cloudy and there was no sign of rain and no sign of any thunders. He had to do something about his condition – find someone to help him, call someone, anything that would get him home or…

An odd thought struck his mind. It was something he'd never have asked himself if he were in normal conditions. But he wasn't.

So the question was: who exactly was he?