"Wake up, how can I sleep while this is happening?" spoke a feminine voice next to me, awakening me from my sleep.
As my eyes opened and I rubbed them, I felt that I was restrained, my chest being held down.
Feeling my chest for the reason as I tried to focus my vision, I felt two straps holding me down.
(What?) I thought to myself as my vision began to focus and my senses slowly came to me.
As I took in my surroundings, I felt the rumbling. Heard the sounds of teenagers yelling in excitement and laughing, the noise of machines and alarms going off, and, next to me, the same girl yelling at someone to buckle down.
A few moments later, as my vision cleared and I could see around me, I saw something that caused me to freeze for a moment. A few dozen teens and I were all strapped down to chairs in a large metal case, and from a window, it seemed that we were falling...falling from space.
"What the hell?" I said I tried to release my restraints when the girl sitting next to me placed a hand over my shaking hands.
"Don't take your seat belt off, it's too dangerous."
Looking over at the girl, I spoke her name, not as if I knew her. Well, I did, but not in a usual way. I knew her as Clarke, a character from the show The 100.
"Clarke?"
"Do you know me?" Clarke asked
As she responded and I heard her voice, I could not help but look around quickly. Every way I looked was someone I recognized from the show: Finn, Bellamy, Finn floating in the air, Monty, Jasper, and Murphy.
"What the hell...this-this can't be possible," I said as I shook my head and pinched myself.
But as the pain shot through my arm and the truth hit me that I wasn't dreaming, I would not help but be pissed at my situation.
I, who had just finished the show, was now stuck in it. Well, I stopped at season five —I couldn't take the characters anymore. Anyway, the one show that someone pissed me off this much —and now I was in it—a show filled with hypocritical people or bloodthirsty barbarians.
"Are you okay?" Clarke asked as she saw my reactions
"Yeah, I-I'm fine," I sighed in response.
"Finn, get down, that's dangerous."
"You're not the boss of us here, princess. What you don't matter," Murphy said with a grin from the other row.
But right as he said that, the pod began to shake violently and began to descend, as Finn fell to the floor and was launched into a few crates of supplies.
"Finn!... Everyone hold tight," Clarke said as she held onto her straps.
Bracing for the fall, I could only close my eyes and try to remember what I was doing before I got here, even though it would not matter. But no matter how hard I tried, the last thing I would remember was waking up to my boss calling me in for an early shift.
Then, suddenly, as I remembered something important. Something I thought was part of my imagination. A transparent green screen appeared before me, right as I lost consciousness once more.
BOOM!!!
As he landed rather roughly and the seat belts unlocked, I still didn't move. As everyone moved to the doors and Clarke helped Finn with Will's help, I kept still.
"Primal King system,"
Like right before I passed out, floating before me was that floating green screen with white writing.
[Primal King System Activated]
[Status]
[Inventory]
[Missions]
[Achivements]
Rubbing my eyes and still seeing it, I took a few deep breaths, calming myself down, accepting what was happening around me.
A few moments later, as I opened my eyes and spoke.
"Okay, I'm calm...system, can you talk?"
[...]
"Can you open my status?"
[Status...]
"So it doesn't have an assistance that most systems have in novels, slightly annoying, but that's fine...I can still work with this." I replied as I looked at my status panel.
[Status[
Name: Oliver Grimwood
Age: 18
Class: None
Level 1: 0/100 exp.
Health: 100/100
Fatigue: 0/100
Strength: 10.50
Agility: 10.00
Endurance: 10.00
Vitality: 10.00
Intelligence: 11.00
Perspective: 10.50
Skills: None
"Ten as the average...is that what the average person has?" I asked as I reviewed my stats
[Average human male: 9.25-12.50]
[Average human grounder male: 10.50-14.50]
"So I'm about the middle, that's not bad. I take my health seriously, so it's good to see it's helping,"
Pushing the panel off to the side, I opened my inventory.
[Inventory]
[Space: 1/20]
[x1 Starting Pack]
"A starter pack...this will be really good since I wasn't a survival buff in life...Open,"
[Opening starting Pack]
[+1 Simple Camping Set]
[+1 Knife]
[+1 Compact Axe]
[+1 Water Jug]
[+2 MRE]
[+3 Skills]
[Skill List: Woodcraft/ Tracking/ Bucthering/ Basic Aid/ Archery/ Camouflage/ Fishing/ Cooking/ Tool Making]
[Please select three skills from the list]
"Three skills...Basic aid...tracking...and woodcraft,"
[Answer registered]
[New Skill: Basic Aid[Lv.1: 0/100 exp.]/ Tracking[Lv.1: 0/100 exp.]/ Woodcraft[Lv.1: 0/100 exp.]
As the notification rang out, my head was suddenly filled with basic information about each skill. At first, it was like getting hit with a terrible headache, but the pain dimmed with time, and I was able to focus again.
Taking a moment to reorient myself, I stood up and began walking to the exit. Reaching the exit, I was hit by the fresh air that felt more refreshing than anything in my past life.
Passing by the cheering and celebrating teens, I made my way a reasonable distance from the landing site before I stopped.
Sitting against a tree with a sigh, I looked up into the sky.
"It's so quiet...so beautiful,"