Visions. Visions of emptiness. Visions of brightness. Images of lost. Images of gained. Images. Zigzag had no images. No lost. No emptiness. No brightness. Just a new world that she was yet to see. This is lost. This is found. Where was she? Waking might have been the worst choice she had yet. The world seemed enclosed as she looked around. The furnishings and sounds seemed to ring in her ear. She tried to speak...no voice.
"Alright, sounds fine. Let's see...water, food, shelter, all we need is a strong fire. Don't waste the matches...err...let's see how fast this lights."
I jump to another tree from the current one and cut down a few more. I see a few fruits and cut them as well. I slide down the tree and roll across the ground. "Eh-heh...anyways, found some fruit."