Unprepared Castaway Chapter 6

> Greg woke up in the sort of bleary-eyed way that might make the phrase 'came around' more accurate. Maybe even 'regained consciousness', although that implied a totality that wasn't present. There was still plenty more consciousness left to regain. > "I'm having the weirdest case of deja vu," he muttered. LUL. As am I. > And then, yes, he threw up again. This mattered less than upon his previous awakening, partially on account of the way he hadn't eaten anything since then, so there wasn't an awful lot of material available to work with, but mostly because he was already outdoors, rather than in his bed. > In fact, there no longer appeared to be a bed. Or an indoors. Also, the world was on fire. LUL > He could be fairly sure, because inspecting himself was quite easy on account of the way all his clothes had gone. LOL > And, as already been mentioned, there was extensive light pollution, on account of everything being on fire. LUL > the soft soil crusted with thin shards of dirty glass where it had melted and re-solidified Wow. > the relative safety of a burning, ten-thousand ton monster LUL > "Ouch," he said, because he was standing on broken glass, and so 'ouch' was an appropriate thing to say. LOL > Man and tree stared at each other for a few moments longer. Or at least, man stared at tree. The tree didn't have eyes, yet Greg was left with the distinct impression it was staring back. The others had certainly seemed to know exactly where he was for the purposes of using him as a pincushion. > The arched vine continued its slow journey, leading the danger away from the node and the waters of Lacum Lucis that it protected, and towards a growing mat of vines. Crap! Not another cliffhanger! The sovereign of Regnum Ligno should really learn to stop antagonizing Greg.

Tim Burget