After an unknown amount of time later, I suddenly jump awake.
Apparently, the entire time I was sleeping there was a rock poking me in my back.
I wiped away the trail of spit that had accumulated while I was sleeping.
I was guessing that the pain from my rash actions along with the two days of training with only a night's rest was too taxing.
I was fortunate to find out about my limits here and not some other inconvenient time.
Standing up and stretching to get the kink out my back, I mentally made a list of all things to get done as soon as possible.
I needed to acquire enough food to last the next three days.
Secure the area before starting to accumulate my own points.
Disguise the tunnel to my new hideout more if possible.
That was all I could think of at the moment, and I had to act fast, as I had no idea how long I was sleeping.
I didn't know if I missed the 12-hour random event or not, so I had to just walk around and assume the worst.
