"Oh come on... I just woke up!"

Drack has been in enough traumatic events in the past 24 hours of his life. He didn't know where his was or why he had been shot by that drunk college student, but he was here. Four strong looking dudes had started walking towards him. Two had swords on their hips and the other two were bare handed. Why the hell did they have swords in a bar?

"Alright, that's enough kid. Everyone has had enough of your attitude and screaming all night. Talking about this 'I'm going to die, they're coming'. Your fine and it's time for you to leave." The lead brute said. They grabbed him by the arms... well, arm and stub... and escorted him out of the bar.

"Hey, wait a minute! What do you mean screaming and attitude? Let me go please! I swear I'm sober you bitch."

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The brutes didn't stop. Instead they lifted him up and threw him into the streets. He landed face first onto the cold stone road. He was stunned, scared, and his pride had been hurt by some savage. "Damned bastard, where the hell am I even?"

He looked around, trying to find something familiar, but nothing. There was nothing around him that he recognized. It was as if he had traveled into medieval times, was he even on earth anymore? He had definitely never seen those types of clothes before, but it's not like he traveled a lot. 

"Shit, what about mom? Damnit, ok she should be at bingo all night and come home in the morning. I just hope she won't be too heartbroken seeing... shit, was that real. Did I die?" He had read a couple novels about people reincarnating, he shouted out all of the basic golden spoon words... but nothing. No system, no gods giving him powers, not even a healed body. He was still just as disabled as he was on Earth. 

He was panicking. No... he couldn't panic. He should be fine for a day or two without food, but he needed water to survive.