What if it's an undead?

What should I do?

Many thoughts raced through my mind. I was not an Olympic runner. There is no way that I could escape this valley of the dead without having them witness me. I didn't have any special cloak either that would help me turn invisible. Damn! Why didn't I transmigrate into that wizard novel? Why did it have to be this trashy novel?

I wanted to go back home.

Sound of footsteps was drawing closer. I inhaled and exhaled.

"Alright, " I muttered under my breath, "Savina, we must make little sacrifices to make big gains.

I, Savina Cox, would survive this.

I lied down on my stomach. The flimsy rags on my body were already wet with blood. I had no idea how much of it belonged to my body. I was surrounded by corpses. The man next to me had something oozing out of his broken skull with blood. The picture was rather highly graphical. It was hard to believe that it was a fictional world.

At that time, I found myself asking many questions that were unnecessary at the moment.

Why did the author write such fine details? Did he/she know how much therapy costs these days? Was the author going to pay for my therapy?

It was unlikely so. All I wanted was to get out of this horrible book.

"Ugh… the bodies." I heard a soldier make a disgusted groan. "The smell."

Well, what did he know? I was lying with corpses. It was no rosy scent. The smell had my stomach churning too. But I needed to survive.

"I can't believe that they all jumped to their death. Why wouldn't they just accept the prince's offer?"

"They held strong pride in their lands."

"Pride led to their deaths."

My eyes were closed. But I wanted to roll my eyes at them. If this tribe wanted to protect their land to the extent that they would die for it, it was probably not about pride.

Anyway, if I was a little less proud, I might not have gotten killed by that evil emperor.

"Look for survivors." The Commander was gruff as usual. "Bring them to me."

Damn it!

The soldiers started to look around. I silently prayed that they would ignore me.

The footsteps came closer.

'No, no, please. Go away. I am dead.' I chanted mentally. 'I am dead as a mule. I am super dead. I can't be more dead than I am at the moment.'

The soldiers stepped back quickly and gasped. "Commander, this corpse curled her toes."

Fuck!

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious.

Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away.

I was done. There was no way now.

"She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?"

I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier.

"What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here."

Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

"Don't say such things." The other soldier scolded him, "It's too far from here and only a necromancer can raise a dead. Do you see any here? It's day time."

I stopped questioning. It was a fictional world. Anything was possible.

"Turn her over once," The Commander's voice interrupted them. "Check if she's breathing."

Shitty Commander! I hated him.