Eugene's eyes blinked open to a grey, indifferent sky. For a moment, he didn't move, his body sluggish and heavy against the rough ground beneath him.
Cold.
That was the first thing he registered: a bone-deep cold that pressed in on him from all sides. He shifted, instinctively trying to pull his arms closer to his chest for warmth, and that's when it hit him—the sting of raw skin, the deep aches that radiated from nearly every part of his body.
With a groan, he forced himself upright. The motion sent pain lancing through him, forcing another sharp gasp past his lips. His hands slipped against damp earth as he tried to steady himself, and it was then that he looked down.
Naked.