[Status: Hungry and fatigued]

This reminded Théoden had not eaten since the last few food grains he had forcefully swallowed the day before after having gathered them.

[Newbie package.]

[As all of the Hosts conditions are dire the system has offered the Host a newbie package.]

[The package is to help the Host live a little longer.]

[It will generate according to the Host's highest necessity.]

[Good luck Host:-)]

Théoden didn't know if to be sad or happy at the system's last comment. There was simply nothing in the System to help him out of the current pinch he was in. He needed to meet up with civilization, rest he would go crazy. He had no maps, no food source, or any basic guidance.

He had faced many hardships, but never as much as this in a single day. His will felt tested with every second he endured.

Théoden stared blankly at the hologram messages that had yet to disappear. He first tried to touch the holo-screen but it was intangible. His fingerers simply went through it. However, after racking his brain for a while, he found out that he could make the messages appear again by thinking of them. The AI sound would not repeat though. It was quite convenient.

Thinking a bit about it, he had seen something similar back on Earth. It was the layout for game plays. Almost every aspect of it was based on a game schema. Given that this was another world he wondered if there was a similar thing in this world. This reminded Théoden of the games he used to howl himself with during the weekend ignoring everything else. Maybe, it was karma in a way. From playing too much.

This didn't seem like a game to him though. He could instinctively tell that if he died here there was no going back to Earth. Not that he had any idea what had happened to his body back on Earth. He was sure this was no game.

He suddenly missed his consoles and theater screen back at his penthouse. The phone was like his life and the internet pieced everything together. His social life, his work life, and his love life. Thinking about it more it sounded sad. Maybe it wasn't such a good thing as he has expected it to be, but who cared? He deeply missed his entertainment.

"Haah!"

He sighed again. He didn't need to be on guard against the predators in the area as they paid him no interest. That was also sad. To be unworthy of even being a meal to a mere bird. He wasn't even worth that much in this life.

"Haah!"

He looked up trying to get rid of his depressing thoughts. It worked. His gaze was met with a mystical view. A sky like he had never seen in his entire life. One that was real and right in front of his eyes.

The sun which had not completely risen shone in its bright orange light. The clouds hang lazily in the violet-purple sky. The light saturation was similar to the Earth's blue sky. Such a peculiar sight drew Théoden's eyes more like an enchantment. He felt the need to look at it and engrave it in memory. He was simply mesmerized by its wonder and mystic beauty.

This calmed down Théoden's tired heart and he felt the motivation to do something. The rays that landed gently on his body were like food for the soul. Nourishing and warm. Simply purifying.

With all the negative things thrown away to the back of his brain, Théoden got up. He stretched his muscles that seemed glued in place causing several cracking sounds to echo. That was buried in the raspy, drawn-out hissing sounds of the vultures feeding. It sounded like hungry pigs or barking dogs in the near distance.  It was mixed with the sound of grunting and yapping. It was simply repelling.

He picked up his sack and walked away.

The barren field stretched for quite a distance as he had yet to see any trace of humans or shelters nearby.

"Mmm?"

As he walked much further, he realized he had not met any being the soldiers on the battlefield seemed to have been fighting with. They had died brutally being slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter, however, there was not a single being he could identify as the enemy they were fighting against.

The idea of fighting amongst themselves was cast away as there as they were killed, not with clean slices of the swords that they carried but something rather blunt and messy. He could only assume that it was a one-sided massacre.

He identified large tracks much bigger than a human's tracks. They were a bit larger than or probably roughly the size of elephant tracks. They seemed like horse hooves but they dug deep into the ground.

'I guess I would rather not know.'

Théoden ignore that and went on his way.

A short saying was 'ignorance is bliss'.