What is that light you see when you take a hard hit? Is it an illusion conjured by your mind in response to pain? Or is it the various rods and cones firing all at once and the light is technically real to your brain?

Collapsed on the forest floor these are the thoughts that occupy my mind as I struggle to breathe. The truck impact and subsequent fall both stole my breath and the memory of obtaining more.

Wait.....a forest?

Startled I sit up and look around,

All I see around me is a green forest with a brush stroke of brown from a furrow parting the endless sea of green. A furrow might I add, that I am at the end of.

How did I get here? No, not in the furrow, I can ascertain I am the cause of it; the loose dirt and young plants halting my momentum. But how in the world did I go from a desert-locked suburban hell into the middle of a....taiga? Yea, taiga forest.

I finally take a deep breath wincing as my sternum makes its displeasure known. And I also attempt to stand. Emphasis on attempt as the second I put weight on my left arm a sharp pain jolts to my brain giving me a lovely mud sandwich.

After significant trial and error, I finally lift my body with only one hand, I knew I should've lost those hundred pounds earlier.

... Now what do I do?

I give into my first instinct and follow my own scar on this earth to its apex. At the top all I see is a clearing, with the furrow starting a few feet outside the perimeter.

I walk into the clearing and take a few steps. I freeze and so does the animal in front of me. It has the appearance of a rabbit though with two horns and lime green stripes placed in an almost hypnotic pattern. I drink in these details while we stare at each other.

Finally, I make a decision. I don't recognize this creature and need to show caution.

All at once my right foot gives out on me as the branch I was stepping on snaps.

Startled the rabbit jumps and I feel a sucking in the air, while the green marks glow even more. A gradient of glowing green rapidly channels to the dual horns, and then when less than a second has passed the light show stopped. But this is apparently not a visual only display as I hear a loud crack above my head followed by the sounds of the sky itself collapsing behind me.

Moving on instinct I half stumble half roll away from a falling tree as the two-horned rabbit scampers off to who knows where. Leaving me alone in a clearing lying parallel to an amputated tree. While the analytical side of my brain twists itself into a mobius-strip my language center surmised my situation perfectly. "Shit"

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Ok, reality check, separate facts from speculation. So here are the facts: I was hit by a truck, I am in a biome that's hundreds of miles away from me, and there are two-horned rabbits that can shoot wind.

In the same forest.

With me.

Alone.

With a jolt, I sit up off of the tree stump and look around. The clearing is still well... clear, no new sounds and the rabbit's trail is still compressed and unused.

Don't get distracted, you have priorities, shelter, water, and food. Let me check my supplies: A cracked phone, earphone case, again a cracked smartwatch and a three-foot charging cable, a belt, and my clothes.

Whoopdeedoo a few useless electronics versus an environment where the de-facto prey animal can cut down a tree with its mind. I would hate to see the wolf, or hawk that predates that monster.

Suppressing a shutter I pick a direction to search for a good place to take shelter, I can try to make a lean-to but I have zero confidence in that. I chose the opposite side of the rabbit back down my crash landing site. I pick trees to make a straight line and start wandering.

I know, I know moving is not recommended but I doubt rescue services operate in magical death bunny land.

As my legs wander, so does my mind, I am obviously not on earth anymore, my bioluminescent friend can attest to that, where does that leave me?

Worst case scenario I am in one of the several Feywild stories and that is a death sentence to me; I am honest with myself and I would totally give my name when asked. Or wander into the property of the third son of scion "Mc-whatever" from the fourth circle of "I couldn't care less".

...But if I was in Fairy It means I would have a way home, with the stories of time dilation. That is way better than my other option. And that is I am not on earth, an Isekai if you will. That leaves me with way less options.

What am I going to do? Live it up in a world without plumbing and medicine. With my weight, the best I can hope for is to die quickly and not get eaten alive, or get an infection from a small cut. And do a slavery because all Isekai protagonists get to do a slavery and somehow think they are a paragon of morality.

While rolling my eyes, I stop to catch my breath.

Who knew walking on uneven, slightly rocky terrain on a freshly injured body could tire a man out so much? Looking around I can still see my furrow in the distance. I also see a boulder that is leaning off of a small hill. Leaving a perfect place to start a shelter.

This environment reminds me of my mountain camping trips when I was young with random boulders jutting out of the environment. My parents wrangling me from wandering too far. If they were still alive I wonder what they would think of me missing; the last known footage is me getting hit into non-existence by a truck. Would they look at the low-quality footage and assume a glitch or would the lack of evidence just be chalked up to "One of those things"? At least there won't be anyone to mourn me, I pushed away everybody after they died. Call me a cynic but it is better not to love and lose. That pain, it doesn't go away, it makes my accident feel pleasant and distracting compared to the memories I'm dredging up.

I make quick work, if you call five hours of fiddling around with one hand quick. Thanks to murder bunny, I have a lot of fresh branches for bedding, some of which almost didn't hurt to collect. All that's left is a fire, what? You don't think I can do it? You say I need dried logs? That I need some way to start the fire. Let me introduce you to critical thinking. There is no way that there are not any more victimized trees. That bunny seems like the type to shoot first and ask questions later. As for the spark, well we have technology.

With the fifteenth hit of a rock I manage to pry open the carcass of my earphone case, granting access to its internals, I reach to extract its still-beating.....ion battery. I'll admit the analogy lost me. Regardless I bury the battery in loose tinder and give it a few slams.

The blackest most noxious gas clears the tinder followed by the spark, I let it catch my firewood and lean back under the rock. I look at the quickly arriving stars that seem to gaze at me with the same unfamiliarity that I reflect back.

Sigh.."Not much to it, it can't be much worse and if I die in my sleep it would be a blessing."