The Last game

Anif used all the strength in his remaining arm to push the rubble off himself, his grunting sounding more like a desperate scream. When it was high enough, he scooted out using his shoulder, the phantom pain from his now missing arm almost overwhelming him. Once he was out, he exhaled and let his body go limp as he lay there for a second, allowing himself to overcome the shock that had just struct his being...
When he slowly came to his knees, he observed his surroundings.
His pupils immediately constricted as he took in what was before him.

The stadium that would usually tower over the forest that surrounded his house...

It was gone.