You have learned the skill:  Improvisation

Finding a creative way to use materials found in the wild to improvise a useful tool has unlocked the Improvisation skill.  Your high Adaptability attribute provides a 20% bonus to skill level advancement.

Allistor pulled the trailer with him, moving slowly and maneuvering around the debris in the road.  It took another ten minutes to reach what was left of his home. He dropped the chains and left the trailer in the street out front.    Then he walked up the driveway, stepping carefully over a shattered roof truss and piles of broken bricks.

First things first.  He needed to look for his parents’ bodies.  He knew where his mother should be.  She’d been in the yard next to the tree, having just fled out the front door with Allistor.  A splintered two-by-four propelled by the force of the titan’s kick had impaled her from behind.  The wound was instantly fatal, and he didn’t think she’d felt much pain.

Despite the giant monster bearing down on them, he had turned and stared in shock, his body frozen in place.  He heard his father’s anguished shout as he called out his wife’s name.  Turning from his mother, he found his father just in time to see him crushed by a huge section of the two-story front wall of their brick house.   The moments after that were mostly a blank for Allistor.  He’d eventually turned and fled, one among many as his frantic neighbors joined him.

Standing under the oak tree in the center of his front yard, he stared at the ground.  The only sign of his mother was a patch of blood-stained grass.  There were paw prints in the bloodied soil.  Tears rolled down his face as he imagined his mother’s corpse being consumed by monsters.

Moving to the still mostly intact wall that had crushed his father, he debated with himself.  The bricks formed an effective burial mound, and there was no evidence they had been disturbed.  He said a quick prayer over his father’s grave and stepped away.

Allistor walked into the devastated structure.  Nothing taller than six feet remained intact.  Turning to look at the street, he could see the cone-shaped dispersal pattern of all the bits of his house that had been launched outward as the titan lifted its foot and stepped forward.

Turning toward the back of the house, he was pleased to find his father’s gas grill still intact on the rear patio.  He stepped through the debris to retrieve it, wheeling it around the side of the house and loading it onto the trailer.  Next, he went to their shed, which sat at the back of their yard, and was still mostly intact.  Some incidental contact from the titan had made it lean drastically to one side.