I wonder how it feels to die and sleep for a long time. For me, it was a short rest. I knew I died but I was still conscious. From what I understand is that you will be conscious at least for three seconds after you die. That all depends on how you die. If your brain gets pierced then you're done for. If your head gets decapitated you’ll have about three to thirty seconds of consciousness.

I felt like I died but I was able to feel thirst. I wasn’t too thirsty as I am now. I was on a recon mission. A mission style I hate doing the most. Information is very valuable. But in Urban or even wooded warfare, it’s hard to see where they are coming. The next thing I know after looking to my left, gunfire was heard to my right. I just so happen to look the wrong way while surveying the woods.

I am not the brightest in the world but I just think I was unlucky. I was in a foreign land where it was ambiguous who controlled what. We as in we I mean the southern army as a whole. We Took some land and I was patrolling the area gathering information. Talking to locals and giving them food. Maybe they rated us out. I just hope I was labeled a hero. I did save some friends and locals in dire situations. I just had to die foolishly.

I tried to get up but my head hurts. I guess my body still feels pain. I tried to lift myself up but since that failed I moved to my right side. I was also finally able to open my eyes up. What I saw was a wooden floor. An unfamiliar wooden floor of any modern city. It was old and very dark. The room had dark furniture. But there was a flag that has a red cross. It was located where the only cabinet was located.

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Well, it makes sense that I would be in a medical place. I did get shot in the head by a high-caliber bullet and maliciously survived. I would expect a tent but maybe I was still breathing and they medevac me. I was able to turn to my side and raise up enough to set my feet down. I was able to sit on my ass and raise myself up.

When I looked down I saw feet. But they weren’t the feet I was used to. I remember my feet being wider and a little more mushed up. Modern shoes cause problems for your feet and they mush the toes up. These were what feet were supposed to be. Spread out but not to spread out.

Maybe I truly did die. I was thinking maybe I had a slight chance of survival. But I guess no human could survive an AK round. Man but if I am not me, why does my head hurt? Is pain connected to the soul or the mind in some way? If I dozed off, I don’t think I would be able to avoid the pain. It will always linger with me.

I just hope my mind gets over it eventually. If I have to live with head pain for the rest of my life. I might cry and cry until my tears run dry. Pain does remind me that I am alive but in constant pain. Now that is a bitch I don’t want to deal with.

I tried to use my feet to raise myself more. But I feel on my butt. I guess I really can’t move around a lot. I wonder if I should call for a medic. I don’t know if they will understand me. Maybe they are Korean or hell Dutch? Will they even know the English language? Or maybe I went to a world that has no language like that at all. Communicating might be a bit troublesome.

I decided to wait but I didn’t have to wait long. Someone opened the door to the room. And started rushing towards me. Is it an enemy? I would hate to die after giving a second chance. But hell maybe that is just my luck. Thankfully when it got close I didn’t feel any pain. Meaning someone did not commit a war crime.