On this day I woke up like any other day. I go out for my morning jog, because exercise is key to a healthy life or I’ve heard many times from my instructors. I’m jogging through the neighborhood and I hear some loud gun bangs. I start to feel pain coming from my head. Then I touch it and feel blood coming out. Thinking man I must have been shot by a stray bullet. Then everything just blanked out.

                When I come to I’m in a line but wonder what am I doing here? Since I’m not in a hospital I must have died. I start to look around and see millions of people. Everybody is wearing the same thing. A white shirt, white pants, and white shoes. Then I started to notice that some of the people look like they have animal ears. Others didn’t look to pleasing to the eyes, or simply put they looked like an orc you would see in the Lord OF The Ring series.

                I’ve must have gone into some kind reincarnation cycle after my death. I try talking to the person in front of me.

                “Hi, how did you die?”

                “….”

                There is no response from him. Then I try looking into the eyes of the person behind me and notice that their eyes are completely blank. Like they aren’t even conscious of walking in line. Everybody looked to be sleeping walking and just following whatever system this was.

                I start to look at the end of the line notice that there is a person that is directing the people to either enter the left door or the right door. There is a door behind this person too, but I don’t see anybody enter that door.

                I finally reach the man and he points to the door on his left. I decided I should try asking him something.

                “Where does this door lead?”

                “…”

                However, he doesn’t reply and just continues pointing to the on the right.

                “Why should I enter that door and not the other one?

                “…”

                I then look into the man’s eyes and his eyes looked dead just like all the other beings moving in the lines. After thinking about what I should do. He looked like he wasn’t conscious either. Maybe everybody here is just a part of a system and I am something strange because nobody but me seems to making the decision on what door to enter and following where ever the person at then points to. I decided not to enter the door on the right or left but the door behind the man.

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                Upon opening the door there is a bright light entering my eyes, so immediately turn around and look back but there is nothing there. Nothing but a black abyss. Seeing this I unconsciously took a step forward. When I did I turned around and noticed that I was in a jungle.  This chilled me to the bone. Maybe I should of just follow the man’s advice and enter the door on his right. I continued to look around and noticed a piece of paper on a podium. How weird for there to be a podium in the middle of a jungle.

                I grabbed the paper and started to read.

                “Good day there Nicholas. You have chosen the door of being a drifter. The door to the left would have let you reincarnate into the same world you were born in. The door on the right would take you to a new world to be born in. You were chosen to be born into a new world because of your untimely death. The stray bullet instantly killed you and your family already knows of your passing.

                Next since you have become a drifter you won’t be reincarnated but allowed to drifter between worlds. You keep your original name. You can stay in the world you are currently in or change to another world. However, you will only be able to change the world you are in once every 25 years. There are others like you out there too. Do no assume that you are the only drifter, but on this world there is currently no other drifters.

                I would recommend for you learn about this world. It has magic and as you live here for your first 25 years as a drifter you can get to learn magic or just die. Magic is a curious thing that can help you live a life of meaning.

                Should you not die in your first 25 years here I will teach you how to drift between worlds.

                Have a nice day and try not to die because I doubt you will become a drifter again.”

                After reading all this I looked up again and noticed I was no longer in a jungle, but in an open plain. I saw that there is a man walking towards me. I tried to think quickly. I don’t want to die already and want to see different things. The paper said there was magic in this world. I want to try it out.

                How should I react to this guy though… he looks like a farmer from the middle ages. I should pretend I have amnesia. Hopefully, I can understand him and he understand me. Oh wait isn’t it already strange I’m wearing nothing, but white. Then I look at myself and notice I’m not wearing the white clothing anymore but wearing clothes similar to the man walking towards me.

                “Hi, there stranger. What are you doing in the middle of the plains?”

                “I have no clue sir.”

                “Oh. Are you lost perchance?”

Hrm… that in itself a pretty good alibi.

“Yes I’m lost sir. I was trying to get to the next town, but lost my way in the jungle for a couple of days. I don’t have anything so I was wondering if you could help lead me.”

“Sure I can help you. The village I live in is a bit small, but we all help each other out to get by. By the way my name is Steve.”

                Should I use my name? I’ll just go with Nick.

                “My name is Nick. Thank you for the help Steve.”