Martin had never seen real combat before the Apocalypse back home,but even that-- even this-- feels almost the same in their abstract, overarching fear of the scene. Everything is loud and deadly and terrifying, and Martin doesn't even remember falling asleep, let alone how he possibly could have gotten wherever the absolute hell this is. All of his instincts tell him to keep his head down and shut up, but when he's grabbed he finds himself sputtering and just hoping someone's going to give him an answer to this entire experience.

"You-- w-wait, wh-- what are we even fighting??"