Darkness. That's the only thing I saw. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were walls of stone. From the looks of it, I must be inside a cave, right? Probably. But… why am I here though?
"Ahhh!" A sudden, stabbing pain shot through my head. "F*ck! What's this?!" The pain was so agonizing that I rolled on the ground, clutching my head. The people around me—who I assumed to be human—just grunted and ignored me. After a few minutes, I was drenched in sweat.
"Damn it… what the hell?" I muttered, trying to catch my breath. "I'm… in another world?" From the looks of it, this place was primitive. From the memories in my head, this body's parents are already dead. And… huh, I've got white hair. "Hah… haha! I can't believe it. I actually transmigrated—into the past, no less. A primitive one at that. How strange, no matter how I think about it."
I took a deep breath. "So, what should I do now?" I'm around fifteen years old, and the others beside me don't seem capable of speech—or maybe they just don't want to talk. Not that I expected them to.
One of the primitive-looking people suddenly approached me and grunted, gesturing toward the entrance of the cave. "Sigh… so she wants me to go work now? F*ck you!" I shouted at her, but she only gave me a puzzled look, like I was some kind of exotic animal.
Her… figure was hard to ignore—most of her body was bare, except for a few coverings over her chest and waist. "Yeah, okay, focus," I muttered, shaking my head. "No need to say it."
I looked around the cave again and sighed. "Well… I guess I should get used to this place as fast as possible if I want to survive. Survival of the fittest, huh?"
Two days have passed.
Should I be thankful that I've been given a second life? Probably. After all, in my first life, I died doing what I loved. Still… I can't help but wonder—why did the parachute malfunction like that? I just hope my friends and family aren't grieving too much. I want them to move on quickly, especially my brother, Mark. He always looked out for me, and I adored him for that. I wonder how he's doing now… what his reaction was when he found out.
Over the past two days, I've basically confirmed one thing—the people here can't talk. Argh… damn it. I'm completely alone now.
Every day, I watch the adults go out to hunt. They always come back carrying game, and surprisingly, they even share some with me. That small gesture meant more than they'll ever know—it showed that, in their own way, they care.
As for me, my daily routine mostly involves picking fruits and avoiding dangerous animals lurking in the forest. It's simple… but it's survival.
I also realized something terrifying—this world is incredibly dangerous. Yesterday, four people didn't come back from the hunt. And today, ten more failed to return. At first, I thought they'd show up the next day, but they never did. My suspicion was confirmed when one of the adults stumbled back to the cave, covered in blood. He managed to make it back… but he didn't survive for long.
I wanted to help him, I really did—but I couldn't. There was nothing I could use to stop the bleeding, nothing that could save him. All I could do was watch as his breathing slowed and finally stopped.
Living like this is very boring, so I usually sleep early. Sometimes I can't help but wonder—are we the only humans here? I haven't seen anyone else aside from the people living in this stone cave. I never really counted how many of us there are, but it seems like a lot. Every now and then, I see groups returning to the cave, carrying food or supplies.
I didn't think much of it, though. Eventually, my thoughts faded, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.