There was only one plus in his position - he could not fizzle out. The body regularly rearranged its legs, the breathing was even, it did not stab anywhere and did not hurt. The rest were cons. Who, where and why - these questions torn consciousness with evil thorns, leaving behind a fog filled with shreds of thoughts and memories. The last surviving picture: the truck skidded, threw over the fence, twisted along the side of the mountain, and then the cabin crumpled, turning it into a mess of iron, plastic and human flesh...