His vision was white. Gideon was swirling, feeling as if he might hurl as hard wind rushed around him. Sand sprayed around him like a wave as he landed with a thud. The sky was an odd red, almost like the spray of blood, the stand a tan orange. He pushed himself up, glancing around at the surroundings. He couldn't be too far, could he? There was a small trail that lead up to a building, the windows shattered and blocked by wood.. "Hello?" Gideon pounded his fist on the door, yelling.
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