There is little more than a scorch mark beside where you stand. When you say you look over the wreckage, you mean you look over the tiny pieces of shrapnel that once was your bike. Anything that would have been usable had long since gone up in flames or had been warped beyond all recognition.
Spitting you would curse your luck, "Of all the ways to start a day...."
Even after tediously searching for any useful item you would have to give way to the fact that there was nothing usable.
"Only one thing left to do then..." you sigh.
As you turn your attention back to the cobblestone road, you would notice that it runs East to West. North of the cobblestone road there is a Forest that could probably provide you with nuts and berries. To the South, as far as the eye can see there is Plains. You know you have to pick a direction, but which way do you go?
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