Mich - Surival of the Isekai'd westerner

Chapter 3

I stood up, squinting to what was, in other situations and places, a dim light. From what I could see through the glare was a small room. Looking about I was surprised to find further, racks of weapons cornered away, apparently one was meant to fold out the racks to access the weapons.

A little bit more to the center on the back wall was a simple bunk, with a rack of smaller arms and a couple sacks that were plump with something that I couldn't discern."Even three racks of chainmail...and padded armor?" I thought to myself. In the center was barely traversable with some sort of rotating rack of small metal rods, having a light cover of black that had flaked off through time.

I stood up, my eyes now adjusted to the brightness. I walked to the closest thing, the racks with the small rods, the few things that I wasn't exactly sure of what they were. I tapped one of the rods. Which I would find out to regret later. A small green flash went around the rod, along with some sort of spurt of multi colored light and a soft squeal of noise. I stepped back from the rod. "Whatthefuckwasthat" I yelped, grabbing my gun, thinking that using the last two rounds would be justified at this particular moment.

Nothing further happened, I stepped back, hitting the wall which I came from, which stopped me cold. "Please don't be a trap" I thought to myself, pushing against it with all I could. Which didn't work, "I Just jinxed myself didnt I" I thought to myself, stepping back. I hopped a couple times, a prep of sorts.

I hopped forwards and ran into the exact spot I entered, which somehow felt even more solid then last time. I stepped back, holding my hands, which took the brunt of the stopping power.

I huffed, "How the fuck am I supposed to get out, wait...if this works..." I thought to myself, an idea I thought of was taking most of the real estate in my head. I leaned into the wall, it didnt give. I pulled back a little bit, then my hand started slipping through, I nodded to myself. Then I felt a cold hard barrier through my hand, now what should have been on the other side of the wall.

"You got to be fucking kidding me" I tought to myself bitterly.