I lift my hands and grab towards the gills of the goldfish trying to stop it from getting air. After a while, the goldfish noticed the lack of air in its system and was swimming upwards to breathe. After what felt like an eternity for me, I took my first breath without any shackles hindering. Nothing was holding me back anymore, besides being stuck on a fierce current on a goldfish, which is maniacally trying gasping for air. But everything else is just fine. I am not worried at all, I will survive regardless because I dictate my own fate now.

The struggle of the goldfish is subsiding and it lashes out less and less until it there is no movement noticeable by it anymore. Well after this "breathtaking" performance I finally found something that could alleviate my body, that is screaming for nutrients after my body was not under the effect of adrenaline anymore. With my stress gone, I realized yet another problem. My current body hasn't developed teeth yet and I am not strong enough to rip off any skin of the goldfish.

To relieve some of my tension I scratched my face. The only problem is that I did not feel any kind of relief. The cause is quite a simple one, my hands are still stuck inside the gills of the goldfish. I try to use my little weight as leverage to get them out but to no avail.

It is as dead as it can be, why can't I move my arms. It hit me like a truck, humans are not that special, we are just another step on the stairs of evolution. Even such a stupid fish, why can't rigor mortis just be a human thing only.

I exhaled with a force to try and gain some confidence again. All I had to do was wait till the muscles relax again and then I just have to pull my hands out. Theoretical this is a foolproof plan, the only downside is, my rumbling stomach is not to keen on continuing without proper nutrition. Time pa.s.sed slowly, I spectated the surroundings of the river. The landscape consists of way too many Trees, in this neverending repet.i.tive environment I decided to rather just stick to thinking about my situation. I am just glad, that my eyesight improved with the help of the Observer. AT least something is going for me.

That raises the question of what is the Observer actually? I doubt it has evil intentions and even then as long as I am unaffected I could not care any less. If he really is a programme that achieved sentience. Does that mean that this world, is a result of external circ.u.mstances that I cannot influence? Let me speculate that this is indeed a manmade world if this is the truth, then why am I here exactly? This game, that the Observer and that advertis.e.m.e.nt referred to as "Primal Survival", is a simulation that takes place in a dog-eat-dog world. But the only thing I currently can't wrap my head around is why I am here.

The planet, where those religious nutjobs came from, what was it called again?. I tried to remember it, but the only answer I got was a feeling that my head was about to explode. I will ask them nicely sooner or later anyway. A little chuckle escapes my mouth and I lick my lips in antic.i.p.ation. But let's not get ahead of myself here. At least they are not a part of the Earth I was born on, at least that is for certain. That means, that this world must have had some kind of connection, or still has. This includes the possibility that other human beings have come here as well. But judging by the first reaction of the Observer this has not been the case, otherwise, its reaction would not have been that confused.

So let us sum it up, I don't know, the why, when and where. What I do know that this place must have had a connection to my Earth or my universe. The inhabitants of that other Earth are all religious nutjobs who claim to be G.o.ds Chosen Ones and deem every other kind of species to be beneath them.

I don't know anything about my new body in. Just the fact that I feel hunger in this world means, that this world is pretty much my new reality. Sounds pretty ironic but I should avoid dying here. I really do not want to know what is antic.i.p.ating me once I accomplish that.

After that chain of thoughts, I finally could muster my strength and got my arms out of the fish's gills.

Any outsider would doubt his sanity, just looking at a baby jumping and screaming in happiness on a dead goldfish. He was kissing the goldfish before he moved his hands all over his body. Afterward, he just stood there, enjoying the wind on his skin that felt way faster than before.

Wait a minute? Is the wind actually getting faster? I finally could turn my head around and what I saw startled me. From the frying pan straight into the fire. Why does there have to be a waterfall? Which game designer is so tasteless to put a waterfall here. I can imagine the conversation on their dining table already."Hey, honey, I am home, your genius husband created a waterfall today, is that not the peak achievement I can tell my grandkids about. This is the best thing I will ever accomplish." That b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I will kick that guy's a.s.s and that's a promise. I just have to survive this waterfall if I plan on accomplis.h.i.+ng my revenge.

I tried to climb into the dead goldfish to use it as a cus.h.i.+on. But before I even got into it. The gravity was forcing me down, the last thing I could remember was a dull impact on my head.

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I was greeted by total darkness and a splitting headache. Where am I and what happened to me? I turned my head around but saw nothing. My body aching all over, I checked my limbs one by one. My right arm seems to not be connected anymore. Panicked I launch my left hand to check up on it. Luckily it still seems to be connected just dislocated, both of my legs seems to be broken at many places.

I have only one functional leg and my body is getting weaker and weaker I need clean water and food. But then I witness something, that will be a part of my memories forever. A There was a little bug currently nipping out a small puddle of water only slightly visible by a single ray of light illuminating this place. With my left hand, I crawl and push myself towards it. Step by step, my mind singlehandedly focusses on that bug. My mouth was nearly overflowing with saliva, antic.i.p.ating the feast. The bug did not even care about me, it does not seem to have any natural enemies.

I am finally in reach of it, I grab it and just stuff it in my mouth and swallow it. Hoping that my stomach acid will finish it off. Time trickled slowly at first, the bug was currently crawling inside of me moving towards my stomach. It must be looking perplexed at this unknown surroundings. After it began to dissolve, I could feel it gnawing at my stomach, trying to escape. Low cries of pain escape my list each and every bite. After an unknown amount of time, my head suddenly felt dizzy. Oh silly me, I forgot to check whether or not I am bleeding, i said in a feeble voice until I once again met the all too familiar darkness.