I think I'm dead.

I mean, I wake up under a building with 300 pounds over me. I feel nothing. But I have to get out. I grab one of the metal bars in front of me and push. To my surprise, it lifts over me. I have never lifted something over 10 pounds before. I push it out of the way and tasted the ash from the burning building. 'What's happening to me?!' I think. I lift my foot to the giant wooden piece and push. It tip over like it's paper.

I punch through packed ash, almost like dirt, and come to the surface. I took a deep breathe. The air came to my lungs, and it was satisfying. I brush my blond hair out of the way of my face. I place my hands on the ground and push myself out of the ground. My white sneakers are now grey and specked with ash.

I walk around. There was nothing but sand. The structures came down on me, but only two stand. I rummage through my head, looking for memories. My name is Jacob Shurman. That's all I remember. I don't remember how I got to this desert, or how I had the building collapse over me. I stuff my hands in my pockets, looking for something. I touch a piece of paper, folded neatly. I took it out and unfolded it. "Ne întâlnim la mine acasă." Then an address. I have no idea what that says. But I should go to the address.

But how? I am in the middle of the desert. Where can I go? I look at the sun, darker than before and moved to it. That is the direction I will go for now. I walk and walk for ages. The sun came down and the moonlight shine on the sand. I collapsed on the floor. It's too hot. I hear a moter roaring in the distance, but the moonlight isn't bright enough. I close my eyes.

Am I alive?