Storm. Titans. Running. Landslide.

Erwin awoke with a start, coughing up a mouthful of earth and blood.

"Where on earth am I?"

He thought to himself, looking up at the ceiling of rock. A groan escaped his bruised lungs. He winced in pain as he attempted to lift himself off the cold stone floor, realizing his left leg was broken as he tried in vain to stand up. His head was throbbing, and it was difficult to think clearly.