I was famished and extremely thirsty, I couldn't stand it anymore. I tried hunting some small animals; rabbits, foxes, birds, but it was a complete failure, what else could be expected from a city dweller whose greatest achievement was to prepare rice without burning it?

Luckily I could catch some insects that churned my stomach. It's incredible, almost two weeks and I was terrified dying, nearly hunted by some kind of horrendous bipeds dogs or almost burned by a dragon. A f*cking dragon!

I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Nigh dead, the last thing I managed to see was some kind of insect-horse-thing approaching to me. I was terrified but also resigned to my fate. Maybe it's better die from once than keep suffering.

Concept and story by Giz.

Story writing and publishing by Wave blaster.