(apologies for lateness.)

Ralph awoke on the hot beach, groaning quietly as he stirred. His hands moved in the sand for a few moments before he sat up with a little gasp. After a quick rise to his feet, the man looked around slowly taking his surroundings in. It was a beach... Ocean on one side, and a rather grim looking forest on the other. The hot sun beat down on him as he sat back down with a frustrated growl, clenching his fists a little bit as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. It wasn't long before it occurred to him he didn't recall his own name! It was concerning... Frantically, he checked his person for any sort of clue. The orange jump suit he wore had 'RALPH' printed across the chest in bold letters, so that had to be it... "But why the hell am I wearing a jump suit?..." The man muttered to himself, frowning with concern.

Moments later, he paused. Thinking about prisons had brought him... A small whiff of pride and some resentment. He remembered a young man being beaten, but... Nothing else. "Was I one of the ones killing that kid?..." Ralph asked himself, folding his arms to think on it for a few moments. However the sun was beginning to burn much too hot for his liking. "I guess I should get up and see if I can build a shelter... I need to find fresh water, too... Especially with the sun..."

With that, the man rose to his feet and stretched before slowly walking toward the forest. As he did so, he checked the rest of his person for anything that may be useful... Nothing but a pocket knife, but it was a useful tool. "Find a decent stick and I can carve a spear..."