He lay there; barely concious. As his senses came back, ha shot up, looking around frantically. He noticed many things about his surroundings, but one thing popped out. He wasn't where he remembered. In fact, he couldn't remember anything up until now. He slowly got up. He scanned his new environment closely, not missing a single detail. The first thing he noticed was the corpses. Rotting, zombie like corpses. He looked towards is recent place of rest behind him, and saw a glint in a small group of rocks.
He knelt down, and slowly pulled rocks from the small pile one by one. As he lifted he third and final stone, he stared, expressionless at what he found. The first object was a M1911 pistol. The second was a medallion that had three significant numbers on it: 935. As he saw these numbers his eyes shot open, and he clutched his head in pain. As he screamed in agony, faded images appeared in his mind. A man in a lab coat that seemed familiar. A woman, bleeding slowly to death. Those three numbers again: 935. The final image, a man in a Nazi uniform.
His senses slowly returned a second time. As he got up again, he heard inhuman screams. He looked at the corpses in disbelief, pocketed the medallion, and chambered his pistol, ready for whatever threat was to come upon him.