He had been in a serene, white room, or so he thought, but was now lying in a field of yellow, dried out grass. Looking around, he briefly panicked, but then remembered he was in the Game. It was amazing how lifelike everything was. The touch, the sight, the smell… everything seemed so… real to him. In fact, it somehow felt more real, which didn't make any sense. Everything around Alan was crystal clear. He had always had a bad sense of smell, and his vision wasn't perfect. Now, though, he could see the tiny drop of water on an individual blade of grass nearly twenty feet away. He also smelled everything, from faint dewy grass to animal scat to lemon trees. Trying to get a grasp on where he was, Alan looked for noticeable landmarks. He was on top of a small hill in some rural part of what he assumed to be California. There were two small buildings: a quaint one-floor farmhouse with a small garden in front and a barn that had been turned into a house with a few rusted solar panels on the roof.
What do You think about Opening Moves (The Gam3 Book 1)?
