Bursting through the last layer of soil, I greedily gulped in the oxygen, uncaring at the way my chest burned with each breath. Then collapsed forward, not caring that my waist and below were still buried in the earth.
Once my breath regulated I recalled the events before my sleep.
Fueled by adrenaline, I scrambled completely out of the soil and glanced around the field for incoming dead. Only there were none. In fact, even the crater site I'd been in had vanished, the entire field was now rich in almost jungle-like vegetation, not a speck of plain soil.
"What the fuck?" I cursed, trying to grasp how my surroundings had changed so suddenly. Was this even the same place?
"Well, the results were better than anticipated," System spoke without a semblance of an apology.
Too weak to argue with it I pulled food and water out of my dimension, tucking into them until my stomach ached and threatened to throw it all back up.
