~ & & & [ ｔｈｅ ｚｏｎａ ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ || @messiahrisen ]
He came to long after the dust had settled, awkwardly and stiffly and painfully laying in a ditch alongside the road. He couldn’t remember what happened before, just the way the clouds seemed to double and fade within each other and the odd, numb feeling that blanketed his entire body.
For a long time, he just laid, regaining his senses one by one until he felt awake and all that remained was just the will to move. That came quickly, the will to continue, and he pushed himself to sit upright at last. As he stood, vague memories began to surface in his mind, but they never made any sense and he just forced himself to crawl up the side of the ditch until he was on the road again.
He kept his silence, looking up and down the road without avail to find another soul. He stumbled in a direction, shaking his head as flashes and bangs of whatever happened before started poking sharp pains in his skull. Ambush. Gunshots. Fighting. Fell backwards into a ditch. Hit over the head. Maybe not in that order...
Now he was alone, or at least he thought so, wandering down the road but he didn’t make it very far before he caught sight of someone else also along the road, squinting to make out details of the person ahead of him.
“...Murphy?”
