An abominable and foul smell pollutes the air.
One eye at a time, a man wakes up to realize that he is buried in a pile of corpses.
He pushes with his free arm a few dead bodies and leans on his elbow to get into a sitting position.
The smell is really atrocious. So much so that despite his experience with death, he can not stand it any longer and hurries off.
For one reason or another, his whole body hurts him.
He goes out on a road surrounded by trees. How did he get here? In a bad mood, he decides to ignore the road and go for a river to follow instead.
He walks aimlessly for a while until he finds a small river. The scenery in front of him is quite a sight, too bad our young man doesn't really care for it.
As he walks, he reflects and wonders if he died without realizing it. Which would surprise him enormously. He didn't think it was possible for someone to sneak up on him. He then remembers the strange hand he saw inside his cup. Was he poisoned? But he didn't even drink. Could it be a poison that only requires a person smelling it to take effect? But how can such a poison not stink from a miles away? It truly is a mystery. For the first time in his life, the murderer feels lost and unsure.
After what seems like hours of walking, he finally arrives at a waterfall. He decides to take the opportunity to get rid of this horrible smell with a shower. But what he sees instead leaves him speechless; instead of seeing his beautiful face and his incredible muscles covered in tattoos, he sees in his reflection a small wimp with spaghetti arms and a face that would make him want to plant his fist in it. His hair is long and black, almost reaching his knees. A barely noticeable stubble contours his jawline. He looks to be half Asian, half Caucasian. He is covered with bruises and blood as if he got the spanking of his lifetime.
Not understanding anything again, he decides in a daze to check if he has at least kept his jewelry. He undresses and what he sees reassures and disappoints him at the same time. He is still a man, but a very small man, his former pride completely gone.
Hoping to wake up one day from this nightmare, he enters the water and washes up.
= ^ _ ^ =
This is not the first time he has had to survive alone in an uninhabited wilderness. During the five months since he began following the river, the small man quickly concluded on one thing; he is no longer in the same world or on the same planet.
He quickly became familiar with the weird ecology here. As a killer and assassin, he has a rather amazing ability to adapt. He learned what he could and could not eat based on the knowledge he had before. He created a toothbrush with a tree branch and used salt from the river as a toothpaste. The salty sand at the bottom of the river proved to be a fairly efficient soap for the body as well. After a month, he was already impregnated with the smell of the jungle. The other animals regarded him as the rival of the lion, and the lion provoked him only if he was provoked.
His musculature still can not compare to his old body, but he looks much better than the first time he saw his disgusting little dangling spaghettis and puke-inducing skinny legs.
He looks at the clock he created with a stick on a pile of sand; it's three o'clock. He finishes up the bear he killed three days ago and picks up the bag he made with the bear's fur. Tomorrow morning, he will approach the village.