Jordan looks up at the clear blue sky and wonders, why am I here?

  He had fallen asleep in his studio apartment after a tedious day at work, and when he woke up, he was here, on a grassy hill, surrounded by trees. Birds were chirping, as the warm sunlight shone down on him. Did I die in my sleep? He wonders.

  Jordan slowly stands up. He's been pondering various reasons for too long. It was time for him to figure out where he was, and hopefully get something to eat. He was starving.

  In his previous life, food was a daily necessity that was never too difficult to get. He went to work, earned his wages, then bought some food from a delivery app. The chef makes the food, the delivery man hands it to me, and the world went round. There was no question or struggle involved. But who knew if things in this world were different.

  As Jordan walked down the grass path, he eventually found a dirt road. With no better idea left to him, he decides to follow it.

  He walked for an hour, then another hour, and eventually, Jordan felt he was on the verge of death from lack of food. If he didn’t find people soon, he was really afraid he would die.

  Eventually the dirt road split, and Jordan doesn’t hesitate to turn, hoping there was some sort of destination up ahead.

  Jordan’s steps eventually became weaker and weaker, as he pushed himself with all he had just for small movements. If he didn’t find help soon, he may eventually be forced to crawl.

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  Suddenly, Jordan heard something.

  **Ding**

  **Ding**

  **Ding**

  Jordan widens his eyes, and pushes himself to walk further.

  Eventually Jordan saw it; a blacksmith’s shop!

  Jordan didn’t care for appearances and immediately walks inside. “Hello! Hello? Somebody help, please! I’m dying of hunger!” He exclaims.

  The sound of hammering metal stops, and a man with a blacksmith’s apron appears in front of him. “Can I help you?” He asks.

  Jordan falls onto his knees. “Please, please. Have mercy on a dying soul! I’m starving!” He exclaims.

  Jordan, who was used to three meals a day, didn’t know how to handle this new experience of starvation, and it immediately brought him to his knees.

  The blacksmith shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “Fine, fine. Stop being a baby.” He says as he walks to the kitchen to grab some bread and beef jerky. He put it on a plate and handed it to Jordan.

  Jordan took the plate with tears flowing down his eyes. “Thank you, thank you!” He says before biting down on the bread and jerky. He ate quickly and after he was finished, Jordan couldn’t help but think that this was the best meal he’s ever had.

  The blacksmith takes the plate back and shakes his head. “You know, a man should learn to earn his keep. If you don’t want to be a beggar for the rest of your life, you should find someplace to work for a living. If you’d like I could introduce you to someone. I’ll take it as my good deed for the day.” He says.

  Jordan looks at the blacksmith, while still on his knees. “A job?” He asks. Now that Jordan thought about it. He was an office worker who suddenly found himself in a new world. If there was no functioning society around him or stable work to earn his food, he didn’t really know how to survive. It’s not like he knew how to hunt or fish. Jordan smiles. “I’d be happy to work for a living.” He says.