Chapter 41

The flying creature had an elongated head with two eyes on each side capable of moving around and looking in any direction, giving the creature something close to a 360-degree span of vision, leaving almost no blindspots other than the one behind its elongated head which would have blocked the view of anything directly behind it.

Its piercing yellow eyes looked at me with slit-like venomous pupils that seemed to analyze and cut me into a thousand pieces, or at least that was what I had felt.

The tension was only growing, finally getting to a point where once could cut through it like a hot knife through butter.

As the novels back on Earth, or should I say in the future would have put it, I was courting death.

This was not some kind of novel where I was invincible because of some kind of plot armor. Yes, I might have happened to go through time, but for what? just to suffer for days with minimal food and water? To become the meal of some hungry creature that my body would barely nourish due to my small size? To lose my arm and barely have enough time in the day to thoroughly think about anything other than surviving.

Is this the life I want to live? Is there really, in reality, any point in me having to go on like this?

All those questions passed through my mind, yet like the breeze of the scorchingly cold winds of the winter, they eventually did stop, or at least for now, they did.

My eye was still locked with the piercing eyes of the thing in front of me.

Its intense gaze sent shivers down my spine.

My thoughts now were only consistent with the one question anyone as weak as I would have at this moment.

'Will I survive?'

How would I know, after all, I was just another weak human...