Gabe groaned and tried to shift away, only to find he was having trouble moving his arms and legs. His was cold and wet, and gritty from… sand? His mind felt dazed, his face covered in grit and grime, and for the life of him he couldn't remember where he was or how he had gotten there. Probably would help if I opened my eyes. Gabe attempted to force his eyelids to move but they were too heavy. Maybe I'll just lie here for another minute or two… Just as the thought crossed his mind, a large rush of cold water suddenly crashed over him, shocking in its intensity. At the same time, he was poked on his side again, harder than before. Jerking upright, Gabe flailed away from the waves hitting him, looking around wildly. The sand shifted underneath him, and Gabe scrambled to his feet. The moment he stood upright, a bright spot of pain bloomed on his forehead, dropping him back to one knee. "Son-of-a-bitch!" Slapping a hand over his forehead, Gabe felt around the area where the pain was coming from.
