Surviving the war

I pause, from the darkness I can see some of him, but not much. He has blonde hair, a soft eyes, and a remnants of what looks like a limp as he steps back to look me over. On his head is a small circle of a scar as though he had been shot. "Who the hell are you? Where am I?" I stare at him. "I'm Newt." He smiles. "Welcome to hell." Warning: boyxboy Don't like then don't read.