First message
My eyes open slowly, effortfully, averse to the shaded sunlight as if I had just been asleep. My body aches in places I didn’t know existed. Sitting up slowly, a small grunt leaving me, I hear a foreign voice speak up sharply, “Stop! Don’t. Move.”
I look up, squinting against the light, to see a man in old-timey clothing aiming an old-timey gun at me from the lip of a crater.
Wait, a crater?! I look around wildly.
Where the fuck am I?!