Am I dead?
Wilder Barnes slowly opened his eyes and squinted as a brightly lit light bulb greeted him, making him wince. Because of the brightness, he impulsively put his hand on top of his face to cover his eyes. That's when he realized that his arms were strapped on a gurney where he was lying down. This came as a surprise for him since just a moment ago, he could clearly remember that he was on his way towards Rogue Shelter.
I'm grateful that they found me but, why do they have to strap me on a gurney? Did I do something wrong? Or maybe, they mistook me for a criminal? What's happening? Wilder Barnes said to himself as he looked around the room.
Unsurprisingly, the room wasn't recognizable so he didn't get any additional clues pertaining to where he currently was. He noticed that there was an IV drip attached to his arm and that brought back memories of when he was struggling in the Barren Wastelands.
