A scream left his burning throat, hoarse and haggard, followed by a shaky string of words. "Is anyone else out here?! Is anyone alive?!" The muscles in his arms strained against the pressure as Miles tried his best to get up, only to collapse. A large puddle of blood filled his vision as his face met the ground. Somehow he didn't realize it, but a large gash was on on his forehead and he had lost a decent amount of blood. With something like a second wind he sat up, fighting the pain in his ribs, and used his jacket to apply pressure to the wound.<br/><br/>The world around him began creeping into focus; the pieces of wreckage littering the landscape, the bodies strewn around like toys but for all of the blood, and what appeared to be a large forest. Again muscles screamed in refusal as he went to stand, but this time he managed to get to his feet. Miles slung his backpack over his shoulder and began walking to find someone, anyone, who might be alive, all the while keeping the pressure on his head wound.<br/><br/>"Hello! Is anyone there?! I'm alive!!!" Fear and panic began welling inside him. He prayed he wasn't alone here.