Dawn arrived with an obnoxious rooster scream.
Or at least, Isabella assumed it was a rooster. It sounded less like the polite "cock-a-doodle-doo" she vaguely remembered from childhood and more like a dying trumpet being choked to death.
She groaned, rubbing her face as she tried to remember why she was waking up outside, on a rock, like some exiled caveman.
Oh. Right.
This stupid world. The thought was still unsettling to her. She really wasn't used to this way of life.
She wondered what her friends would have said if they knew. They'd probably laugh at the once perfect Isabella
"Congratulations! You Completed the task of sleeping outside successfully. (+5 points)"
Everything ached. Her back. Her legs. Even her eyebrows felt sore.
She sat up with a groggy stretch, muttering curses about the unfairness of life when she suddenly froze.
Wait.
She felt better.
Her injuries—all of them—were gone.
