Feb 19, 2023
How many characters can I write with here?
The dust settled, at first like rainfall, before it quieted into the wind. Somehow, only my right arm was injured, though I was not informed enough to tell if it was sprained or broken, simply unusable at present. I sat up, the pale, dusty stretch of horizon taunted me. The lack of any other sounds suggested I'd very much lost consciousness upon landing. The sky was barren of any helpful landmarks, and my supplies were a defunct parachute and an apple. Whatever was meant to be my lunch or even some weaponry disappeared in the fall. Weaponry is interesting. Was it ranged? Melee? Did I even know how to use it? I turn my eyes to the horizon. The city turns to ash.