His cold body shivers, he clenches his heart as he feels it slamming against his chest at what he thinks is one hundred kilometres an hour. He sits there huddled against a tree on the edge of the beach looking over the wreckage and smoke as it sweeps over him like an insidious intended smog. His body, covered in salt water and sweat, his mind is racing, the boy coughs a up a mixture of water and blood, he tightens his grip on his knees. The boy tries to make sense of what had just happened, huddled, he closes his eyes and tries to think but his mind almost blank aside from dragging himself from the wreckage swallowed by the tide and pulling himself to the sand. "why, why can't I r-remember?"
After what seems like hours huddled against the trunk of the tree, he decides to take action and try and to put the pieces together. The boy is still paralysed with a fear he can't even recall his name, "move" he whispers as he tries to stand though with little result. "Move" he commands, the grip on his knees tighten, "MOVE!" he exclaims and respectively he stretches out his legs and forces his jelly like body to a stand. He drags his feet along the abrasive sand to the shore line to look for anything that might give him answers or perhaps anyone. "Nothing" he says quietly too himself, all he can see are the menacing shards of torn metal amongst the clearing smoke and waves.
He turns back around, he knows it's too troublesome to forage in that scrap of metal especially if there are pieces hidden amongst the sea foam. He looks hard into the jungle and for a second he thinks it even stares back, an ominous, green overgrowth showing little proof of light inside stands before the boy. "where am I, who am I, what is the meaning of all this?" He knows none of his questions can be answered on the scorching sand bank, he knows he will not survive if he stays here because if he does, he knows he will die. "I guess I am left with no choice, he says quietly to himself as if the...