Chapter 3
Coming back to reality, I walked off towards the path. I had two directions I could follow: upstream or downstream. I tried the old and proven method. Check the water. If the water carries anything that would suggest a settlement, go upstream. If not, go the other way.
Honestly speaking, I had no idea what I was looking for. This was a fantasy world if my guess was right, so I highly doubted I could find anything too telling. There's no way plastic exists, right? Less so light metals like cans or the like.
It was a sparkling clean river. It even had fish, insects, and a plethora of other life forms.
"If water won't give, check the land," I said to myself, returning to the dirt path.
That, too, didn't tell me much. I was not a tracker. It looked agreeably used, but sparsely so.
"...Okay. If land won't give, check nature."
I approached a clump of trees and searched for any fallen branches.
After finding a slightly thick and long branch, I made it stand up on the ground.
"Pretty please, pretty please, show me where to move my feet." I let go of the branch and watched it fall.
It pointed upstream.
"There we go." I tossed the branch back where I found it and began my walk.