World Building

Water washed up on shore. A man, the color of exhaust smoke from a car emerged from the sea. He still wore his uniform and had been bereft of all vigor.

He struggled onto the sand. He removed his helmet and breathed in the salty air. He cried out for someone to hear him. His voice carried in the wind like a message on the breeze. He held his chin up to the horizon and looked at his gear. Everything was either damaged or destroyed. He looked up towards the sun.

As all of this continued, his son reached birth.