Net had been in this world for approximately two and a half hours. In all those hours she had just remained in the same place.
Slaving away and serving anyone that walked in, at first she had thought that they would end after the people counter stopped.
But every time the counter was down to zero a bell would ring throwing her right back into serving more people over and over again.
Staring at the people counter she could already feel her arms get sore at the thought of serving 20 people.
This time the instructions were to ensure no one became frustrated with her service.
Thinking back to the previous times she saw this instruction. She felt frustrated as she started slicing the potatoes.
She was just about to finish when the first person walked in.
It was a five foot seven man dressed officially in a worn out navy blue suit looking like he had been running for hours.
His tired eyes seemed to twinkle a little as he stared around the restaurant before walking up to the counter.
In a normal world she would have to give him a menu before letting him order but in this place she seemed to be able to read minds as all she had to do was look above his head.
A serving of plain chips and a glass of juice. Taking in the info her hands sped up as she quickly took some of the sliced potatoes and put them in the fryer.
A few seconds later two more people walked in a woman and a child both dressed casually in a worn out pair of jeans and stained blue t-shirts.
Staring up the same order greeted her eyes prompting to keep moving as she went back to process more potatoes for frying.
She also started the juicer which started pouring out the juice in glasses which she quickly served before taking out the chips and also serving them.
This process was repeated over and over again she had thought she would have to work all day until a screen appeared with a single word.
Asking her if she wanted to continue she did not have to think twice before she pressed the tiny X above the word.
Her back felt as if it was about to break as she leaned against the cold fridge door.
Her soul stirring brown eyes looked lifeless as she stared at the blue counter opposite her.
Her mind was still reeling as she let the previous events sink in.
She had been killed by a mysterious disease that had slowly sucked the life out of her leaving her to die all alone at the age of thirty.
Only to wake up in this restaurant which felt like a cooking game she had played a lot back when she was alive.
As a player she had loved the game but as an in game character she hated having to serve all those people continuously.
After a few moments Net decided to stop dallying and got up off the ground resolutely.
Her soft blue chef uniform looked pristine as she smoothed out its non-existent creases before walking out the kitchen.
This was the first time she was walking into the eating area.
After catching a glimpse of it numerous times while serving customers she was not amused as she walked straight to the door.
She had just touched the door handle when a translucent screen appeared before her.
To exit turn to the right.
She did as told and was relieved when the door clicked open.
Pulling it open she was shocked by the sight that lay before her eyes.
It looked like an enclosed residential space with numerous high rise buildings encircling the restaurant.
A crowded open area was the only thing separating the restaurant from the buildings.
Staring at the messy crowd she felt her heart skip a beat as they all slowly turned to stare at her.
Her body stood in the same position frozen in fear as she felt their curious gazes study her.
Two seconds or five seconds of their staring was all it took to send her into a frenzy as she quickly closed the door.
Net looked like a lifeless puppet as she stood there in a trance taking in what had just happened.
She could still remember the state of all those people as they stood there staring at her.
When she was serving them she had already noticed the terrible state of their clothes.
Seeing them in a group seemed to open her eyes as she noticed they all seemed to be in various states of duress.
That could only mean that something bad had happened.
Thinking back to their dirty unkempt looks she could only guess they were refugees running from something as of what she could not guess.
By the looks of things she was the only clean one and to make matters worse she had food.
A lonely woman with food and resources to remain clean was the perfect target for refugees who would do anything to survive.
"Damn it!"
She cursed as she quickly walked to the nearest window and carefully peeked outside.
The group was still in the same place and seemed to be discussing something very heatedly.
She could almost bet they were discussing how to steal from her.
Her eyes seemed to get focused as she quickly rushed to the kitchen and checked the metallic shoot that had dispersed her with potatoes every time.
It was empty, staring at the empty shoot she shook her head before walking to the juicer and pressing its on button.
Nothing came out, the juicer that had been pouring juice for hours was now pouring nothing out.
Looking around the kitchen she ran to the massive fridge and pulled it open only to find it empty.
No food, there was no food in this place. If they came in and found no food wouldn't they torture her just to find out where she had hidden the food.
"No, I can't die again"
She mumbled nervously as her crazily roved all around the kitchen before stopping at the counter.
"If it is really a game won't I be able to get food if I-"
She muttered before quickly running to the counter and standing there.
After a second nothing had happened making her eyes go wide as she stared around her before moving to the place she had found herself standing when she woke up.
A small smile lit up her face when a familiar translucent screen appeared before her eyes.
This time she chose to continue.