{ @demonsangelsandpie plotted a quest! }
Overstimulation. Lights, sounds, fumbling of skin on concrete, flashing alarms that would disorient a normal person... let alone someone who slowly begins to realize he's alive.
The blur fades, but the lights and sound don't, overpowering any sense of question or investigation. If he wasn't blinded or deafened or tangled in the tarp, maybe there would have been an instinct. A rational course of action.
He is anything but, though--presently, a young adult man. Long-limbed, built for dexterity in his legs and shoulders, a young but haunted face. Dark hair and dark eyes complete the set, no scars or cuts to be had on the visible spectrum.
He tries to make it to his feet, still at the mercy of the tarp, slams his hands on another car for purchase--and then he stops. He freezes, and looks up at the car he can barely see through the flashing. The young man looks at his hands, tries to keep them steady as his gaze then slides to what might be the exit.
... No, he knows that's the exit into the bunker proper, but how?
What the hell's going on here?
