Storyline

“The salt water stings, fuck me does that sting” Rick thought to himself rubbing his eyes, regaining focus he observed the immediate surroundings, the town in front of him generated a feeling of frustration, so many questions marks. Closing his eyes he thinks back to his most visible memory to his mind's eye, last thing he remembers was editing a badly worded story by one of his idiot reporters

Something about a stupid government cover up? Ach who cares he was useless anyways?

He dismisses this as simply another day at work.

Rick comes to a sudden realisation that he is naked bar a pair of soaking wet jeans, he also feels his nose only to discover it broken in two places and a searing wave of pain cuts through him like a hot knife through butter. He remembers some survival training, but only the basics. The training came as a stupid thought from the chief editor, some of the reporting work that the buisness did was in warzones so it occured to her that it might be something useful, perhaps she was right afterall?