Pretty swiped a viney plant from the right side of the tunnel and she was able to push it aside. If she pushed the rest of the vines and stems aside, she could pass through the thick foliage that was covering the tunnel, though it would be tight.

What was weird was that there were no signs that someone just passed through it. The greenery in front of her looked undisturbed.

Then as she was about to push herself through it, she noticed a small area of blank space in the foliage below her. She squatted and she could see a crawling space in it.

She figured out the tunnel must be man-made. The tunnel’s entrance might be a secret entrance to hide the tunnel inside with only a hole below for someone to crawl in and out.

She got on her knees and crawled through the space. There was enough space below her for her to crawl easily. She noticed that the floor of the crawl space seemed to be cleaned. Someone might have been using this tunnel frequently or recently.

After a minute of crawling, she found herself out of the foliage unto a clearing of some sort. The clearing was only around five meters across and it was circled with trees around. She seemed to be in a forest, though it was not that thick.

The clearing was not pristine though, it had dead logs around and there was a lot of decomposing foliage below. There were bushes and thickets around.

She looked back behind her and saw how inconspicuous the tunnel she had just went out of. If she had not just gone out from it, she would not expect there’s a tunnel in there.

She wondered who owned the tunnel.

She checked her surroundings and far away to her right, she could see a space through the trees where she guessed a trail could be. She walked through the clearing towards that place and found a used trail in it, big enough for a few people to walk side by side.

The trail goes from both directions, and she did not know which direction to pick. She didn't even know where the north and south so she chose a random trail instead. She could not guess where the man went so she might as well just pick a random way.

She also lost interest with the man. She was out in the open now, with no danger ahead of her so she just had to figure things out on her own.

Pretty took a long breath of fresh air and felt freedom welling inside her. She could smell the green scent of forest as well as the peaceful sound of an undisturbed forest. She then started walking on that trail, eyes closed, with the sun shining through the gaps of the tree's leaves.

She missed this feeling.

She’s alive and for the first time in a few days, she was nowhere near any death situation.

She did not care about Simon, or that she was hungry, that she could not use her ability or that she was in the middle of nowhere. It was important to just enjoy the little pleasures she got from time to time.

She was combing her hair when she stopped. The trail in front of her just divided into a crossroad. Laid in front of her were three trails leading to three different directions. One led to the right, the other to the left and the last one continued in front of her.

But it was not choosing a trail that stopped her ultimately, it was when she was combing her extremely matted hair and noticed something baffling with her hands.

She raised her hands through the sky and stared at it.

Her missing pinky finger was missing.

One. Two….

Five. She had five fingers in her right hand.

She only had four fingers in her right hand, but now she had five.

She looked at her left hand and saw other differences in it. Her ring finger was longer than it used to be and her thumb was not as big and as long as it used to be.

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Also, her whole hands were smaller than they used to. She would know. She was good with measurement. She hardly even used rulers and the likes to measure things. She could measure distance through her eyes as well as the height of things. It might not be semantically accurate, but she could guess its approximate.

And her hand right now, was definitely a good two inches smaller than what her hand used to. It was not as wide either.

What the fuck happened to her hand?

Aside from how dirty it was, it looked like a normal girl's hand.

She used to be obsessed with her body, so she knew her previous hands were even bigger than average men’s, and men definitely have bigger hands.

While she was contemplating what happened to her hands, she did not stop for too long. She chose without hesitation the trail leading forward, and continued walking.

She checked her body for other changes and she found other weird discoveries. She had no mirror so she could not see her face but feeling up her body gave her shocking information.

She touched around her upper body and she was shocked to find her tummy so flat she could feel ribs jutting on it. But what shocked her more was that she could feel two bumps where her flat chest was supposed to be.

She slowly touched it, and it was not her imagination. She had boobs and it was big enough not to be a sudden spurt. Did boobs have a growth spurt like men had? She was not sure but that’s the only explanation.

She stretched her arms in front of her to check something. Though it was thinner than it used to be and was so dirty like she had crawled in some mud, her arms had no injuries. She distinctly remembered she had few cuts there in the pit but she could not find them anymore.

She also had a thick scar in her right hand but it was nowhere in sight, she could also not feel the huge scar bump it had before.

She checked her arms length and with fascination, found that they were the same length with each other. Not like how it used to be where her right arm was half a foot longer than the other one.

She was not finished checking her upper body when she remembered a detail she had not noticed before.

She checked her hair and it was matted beyond degree, but what had shocked her was that she had an abnormal abundance of hair.

It was abnormal because she only had patches of hair from places to places in her head and even if it made her look grotesque, she still let them grow and took care of them. She was sure it was not in this volume.

She felt through the roots of her hair, the best that she could. From the top of her head to her back was full of hair. The familiar spaces where hair did not grow was nowhere to be felt.

“What’s going on?” she said out loud in disbelief.

Why did her hair and breasts suddenly grow overnight? What had happened to her? What had caused this?

Was it the mysterious cables that took her rentom or was it the fruit she ate? Why didn’t she have a bullet hole in head?

Her mind was rolling, thinking of the reasons for so many changes in not just her situation but herself. She had so many questions but it was not the right time to figure things out.

She had to look for a mirror first and get a good bath to check what other changes happened to her body, and now that she was not in a tight situation, she also had to look for food. She could not ignore the gnawing hunger in her stomach anymore. She was getting hungry every minute that passed. She had to quickly look for a place where she could get food and accomodation, then she would figure things out next.

She had been walking for a while now, but the trail was still not ending. She had not seen any humans around or signs of them.

She passed another crossroad but no matter how she tried to peek where these roads led to, the roads just continued to the distance. So she still chose the road ahead of her.

She seemed to be in a forest of sorts.

There were only trees around, with the occasional birds and small animals. She examined the trees but she could not recognize most of them. There was an abundance of trees that looked like oak but were smaller and thinner than oaks were. There’s also trees that looked like neem, but their leaves were rounder and more brownish in color.

Aside from that, she could not recognize what species the other trees were. There was a tree that had vines falling like hairs in it and a tree that looked more like a bush and at the same height as her. None of them looked like trees who bear edible fruits. In fact the trees did not have fruits at all.

The forest looked like it was not untouched. There were clear cuts of trees, signs that someone was cutting trees from here, and from time to time she could see piles of uncleaned woods and branches stacked in heaps. Someone had clearly piled it here and left it for later. It was a common practice for people living near woods. It was to inform people that it was already an owned pile. She should be in the countryside or a woodland of some country.

The trail was slowly going downhill and just when the trail started to get in flat ground, the road ahead of her was blocked by a fallen tree.

It was not big enough for her not to climb, just at her hips so she was able to climb it easily.

The trail started to get curved and zig-zagged as she went on. From time to time she would face another fallen trunk but she easily passed it.

She was on her tenth trunk when in her periphery, she saw a gray thing flashed. She looked immediately at it and she saw a person running behind the tree.

Jubilated, she followed the person.

“Wait!” she shouted at the person, but the person hastened their pace through the trees. “Hey! Please Wait.”

She tried to follow it but after a minute of running through the trees with no direction, she lost sight of the person and she did not know which direction the person picked.

Tired and breathing hard, she rested for a while. Then she chose another random direction and walked her way through the brushes and trees.