IC:
Skrief punched himself, being impatient. He began running, hopefully towards a civilization. It was a stupid idea to hear of ruins of whatever planet he was on before checking if it had any existing civilization. After running for about 5 seconds, he come across a working-but primitive-motorcycle from the past. It wasn't often he came across one of those. Like those without transport trying to get somewhere, he quickly hopped on it, started it, and drove it towards wherever he was going.
OOC: Am I heading towards anyone?
