As I awake I realise that I am now near desensitised to the gore and death I have caused and seen, but I am still scared from my inevitable demise caused by rage or not, as I am contemplating, I fail to realise that my skin is covered in burns head to toe, I look around my and all of the sand had turned to glass, and most of my clothes had been dissipated, aside from my shoes, the plastic bottom had been burned into my foot gruesomely, I try to get up and scream as my dry skin cracks open and makes an abundant amount of cuts, I stand but with every step my feet hurt more and more on the hot glass ground with my rubber fused feet, I bounce on my feet to run faster, I see water across from where I'm looking and I jump in without noticing a large piece of a broken metal shell labelled "E.V.A.N Kill-E Protocol", as I jump in it feels like time stops as I realise the water is boiling hot, I jump out of the water in a fit of confusion and pain as I look at the shell "Evan Kelly Protoca- OHHH, I get it now, it's an acronym, but for what?" I ponder.