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It was peaceful, you think. If you had the choice, you would just stay nested in the soil for the rest of your time.
Unfortunately, that's not what life planned for you was it?
You need air. That's your first cognitive thought. The feeling of tightness in your chest grew the more you spent in this place. You need out.
So you moved your hands, clumsily but full of strength, digging and feeling your hand break out to feel the cold air. You move your other hand, and just like that you're out of your resting place. You wouldn't call it “breaking free”.
The first thing your eyes see is blue, then tinted green, the sight is quite beautiful actually. Maybe it wasn't going to be that bad. You look down, you're still partially in, so you pull your strength and get your legs out, their covered in brown dots, your skin is tanned in almost orange to yellow. You feel soft, long and curly hair reaching over your back, and on your eyes. You move it out of your way.
When your legs break out, you sit there for a moment, feeling the soft grass on your fingers and your legs. You ought to start moving!
You push yourself up, legs buckling, you need to see if you have anyone with you here! Maybe you're not the only one in the ground. You move your first feet forward and-
Tumble.
.. Ouch. Can you try that again?
You get up, try again, two steps and-
You lose your balance. Again. Moving shouldn't be this hard right? Your legs just feel wiggly.
You actually take quite a bit to figure out how to walk, but you still find yourself stumbling. Walking is putting one foot after another, one foot after another, maybe leaning too hard to the right and almost eating dirt again, but you guess it'll get easier.
……
…
So .. You're like, Alive right now. You feel like you should call yourself something, something that would make you sound friendly, probably.
You climbed out the ground, but “climby” sounds a little stupid. Youu.. Could say you “popped” out? Poppy? Poppies friendly, you think.
Ok, your names poppy! You are poppy, and you…
Are quite lonely.
You scan the field again, not a single soul around you, maybe they aren't out yet.
Huh? Whats that? You see something lying on the ground, in front of you, an area you neglected to scan. Your mistake.
A pretty scrappy coat, its green and the buttons are worn out, barely hanging on.
Now that you feel it, your quite cold aren't you? You shiver, and bend down, picking the jacket up,and wrapping it around you.
The sleeves hang uselessly around your sides, you pick up that you should put your arms in them.
It feels kinda dirty, like some stray dirt is inside it, but you don't see a better option. You try to put the buttons, with surprising success considering how worn the buttons are.
The jackets a little big on you, it covers your waist and a bit of your legs.
You put one foot again, but then you hear-
Talking? Its loud considering the distance of the source.
You squint your eyes, stepping forward-
People! Like you! You cant see it too well-but they wear clothes like you! Much better clothes though. Some are standing on a large stage, thats the bulk of it.
You know your objective now, get to those people.
As you walk, still a little tumbled on your feet, the more excited you get the closer you get, you hear what their talking about, a.. “Game? “ games are meant to be fun, you think. Maybe joining it is how you get a family!
As you open your mouth, to speak for the first time, you hope this life is as comforting as the dirt.
… … …
And then harsh reality comes in, and you get shoved to the ground and eat dirt. Twice.
Maybe you should just dig that hole you came from and go right back in.