Everything is going around in circles. As if the world is being mixed like something of a viscous liquid of some kind.
Fred was dizzy and he felt like he was about to puke as his stomach churns.
A few minutes later, Fred drops on the ground.
Holding his dizzy head, Fred resisted the urge of the puke as he slowly got up from the ground.
Opening his eyelids, Fred adjusted himself for a few minutes as he still sees the world rotating in his vision.
After a minute, he finally got a hold of himself.
"That was one hell of a ride…" then the urge to vomit appeared again but he was able to resist it again.
Then Fred started to take a look around this place which he is a hundred percent sure is not on the island anymore.
He is currently on a grassy plain without anything within 10 km around him. There is a cool breeze brushing past him keeping him cool.
