What the...? What just happened?
"David? Are you all right? David!"
David struggled to turn his head away from the man lying by him in blood and looked toward the one calling him in English. Tall, well-built, alert, with some kind of bizarre rifle pointed at the man he had apparently... shot.
David looked at him without understanding anything. What... what is going on here?
He suddenly realized that he was sitting on the ground.
He realized how he was wandering mindlessly with his eyes from one man to another.
Should he be afraid? Should he be grateful?
What the…?
He was alive.
That was for sure.
HE WAS ALIVE.
His lungs inhaled air that smelled of spruce, pine and moss. His skin felt the warmth of the sun's rays. His eyes saw greenery as intense as ever. His ears heard every police siren, every frightened bird noise and every buzzing mosquito....
