The desert is quiet now. Moments ago, it had been alive with gunshots and shouting and screams. You've been stuck under a piece of rubble for... well, you're not sure. You're not pinned and you're pretty sure nothing is broken. But the rubble that's fallen is large, and you can't see any hole large enough for you to crawl out of.

Just as you can feel tears forming, realizing how hopeless this is, a rock moves. Someone, with seemingly inhuman strength, makes room enough for himself to crouch down and help you. He offers a hand. "Did those goons get you stuck?"