The birds chirped in the forest, and all the animals stood still, dumbstruck at seeing the man on the ground, none of them had seen where he'd come from, he had simply just appeared right there, laying on the soft soil. A few thought to run, but most of them stayed to watch curiously, he wore a simple vest that had been torn open, blood covering most of his chest. A strange device was in one of his hand, and a helmet protected his head from any injury.
James's eyes snapped open and took in the forest, then gasped loud and long, trying to catch his breath as he started hyperventilating, putting his arms on his head to expand his diaphragm and regulate his breathing. It took him several minutes to start breathing normally again, but what really took time to adjust to was how bright the area around him was.
He rolled from his back and went onto a knee, clutching his rifle closely to his chest and searching the area around him through the crosshairs, nothing hostile at least. "Hello? Anyone there?" He shouted into the woods only to receive no reply.
He stood, slowly walking into the forests and trying to get a good sense of where he truly was.