I rise and brush my self off. Looking about, I see a small rock outcrop, not a cave, but enough to shelter me until I get a better place?
I begin hiking toward the outcrop, as my mind begins to wander. How did I end up here? Are there others out here? What is "HERE"? That last question hit me hard, is this some undiscovered or unpopulated landmass? What is its name? Are there any other people around, like natives?
Shaking the questions out of my head, I finally reach the outcrop. I look around, brushing off some dirt and cobwebs off the walls. I glance about deciding where essentials such as a bonfire and some bedding should go. I quickly gather things to start the fire and collect delicate stalks to make a kind of "bed." Finally, I glance at the nearby stream. My stomach rumbles, and I hurry to grab a fallen tree limb to impale some fish swimming by. After an hour of struggling, I finally have a small fish. Breaking off a stick on a bush as I go by, I sit down by the fire to "cook" dinner. It is getting late, as the sun has almost set. Realizing my only defense against what may be out there is a wooden harpoon and a skewer, my mind finally comprehends the overwhelming weight of my predicament. I'm alone, and I have only myself to depend on.
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A Strange New World
Fiksi IlmiahKyra wakes up on a grassy field, with little memories of who she is, the only items on her are a small notebook with the name "Kyra " on the cover, and an alarming photo of a wasteland, with the tragic words "My home, my planet" written in the same...
