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Dropping Again

Whenever I drop into a new world, things are put into place for me. I don't know who does it, but I know I'm doing subconsciously.

I wake up in a bed. It's my bed, my room, and my things around me. It's an average room, actually. I have a window with a ledge that I can sit on as I watch the infinite nothingness outside. The walls are painted purple, blue, red, black, and yellow—like the stars. The floor is carpeted and my bed is basically a bunch of blankets and pillows on a floored mattress.

There's also a door. It's a normal sized door. Brown, generic yellow doorknob, and wooden. Except whenever I exit out that door, I'm in some other world. And people know me. And I know them. Even if I've never met them before. I've learned to stop questioning it, since nobody else has, and just roll with it. See, whenever I leave this room, I can't come back until I'm dead. And when I'm dead, I can never go back to that world.

Ever.

But, I have this orb that shows me what I want. The future, the present, the past, and anything I want. It can't break, can't be stolen, and I can take it with me anywhere. Sometimes I check up on my old friends, but after I've seen their happy future—I stop. I've learned to, else I'd just torture myself.

What about food? Water?

Hah, well, in here I don't need it. Out there? Duh.

I can stay in here as long as I'd like. If I want to sleep, my body sleeps. And it can stay asleep for as long as I want. Of course, I stir awake every once in a while, but that's to make sure I'm still alive.

Anyway.

Today is the day.

After the last world, I've finally finished mourning for losing my friends and family. I'm ready to go into a new world.

With my orb magically stowed away and myself fully clothed, I walked up to the door and asked, "A new world. Maybe...something free?" The door glows for a moment before my entire room disappears. I close my eyes as the swirly, disorientating feeling starts in my gut (as it always does when this happens) and I curl in a fetal position to help lessen the sickening feeling. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground. There's shouting everywhere and sounds of chaos and destruction. It all feels so...fast-paced.

I open my eyes just in time to see a woman slide on her knees down in front of me as she grabs me, "Hey! Nile, Nile! Come on, I got you! Let's go, we have to move."

Right, right. Felina Pauling. A woman I'd met a while back. I saved her from getting shot just now, which leaves me realizing my left shoulder is hurting real bad.

We're in some sort of apocalypse. Zombies? No. Mutants. The animals have been mutated by something and are killing humans left and right. The government fell a while ago. Who shot me? Gang members. They raided this little safe haven and now we're trying to run. "My left shoulder," I manages to wheeze out.
"I'll bandage it later. Come on, get up. I'm not leaving you here," she insists while putting my right arm over her shoulders. "That's it. Don't worry, I got ya..."

I push myself to stand, to lean against her, and let her drag me to the one van that's waiting for us. There are other voices, but they're far. When I'm being carried inside the van, that's when I finally knock out.

When I wake up again, it's because of the heat. My eyes flutter open, shoulder wound wrapped and bloodied to hell, and I look around.

"You're awake," a relieved voice of a woman leaves my mind confused. I realize I'm already sitting up, but I'm also leaning on someone. I sit up straight and look to my right, seeing Felina's tired smile. "How do you feel?"

"I feel like someone jabbed a knife into my shoulder and fucked it raw—how does it look like I feel?" I reply sarcastically. Someone sitting across from me snorts loudly, and I look at him with a slight smirk on my face.