How Bad Can It Get?

One day, while I was charging the Useful Marble, I suddenly felt a terrible force slam into me, forcing me into a wall with no little amount of force. By the time I recovered, I found the Useful Marble broken into two halves. Clearly, it had shattered for some reason, and the resulting force had thrown me into the wall.

Speaking of which, I was rather heavily injured. Though with no obviously broken bones, I could guess that my forearm was likely fractured, and my fingers might never fully recover. My legs had not gotten off lightly either. I struggled to even stand as the pain shot through me like a million volts.

Somehow, I just started laughing. It was the kind of despairing laugh of a person with nothing left to lose - I had lost any way of even trying to keep the ship in one piece, and was injured badly enough that I would need at least three weeks for my arms to be in working order. 

Perhaps my legs would recover sooner, but I might not even be able to hold and nock an arrow properly in the future, much less aim accurately and with enough force to actually defend myself. My fingers were mangled from the mini-explosion that had happened when the Useful Marble broke.

By now, I was completely and utterly helpless. Forget defending myself, I might even starve if I couldn't climb down and grab rations and water from the storeroom. If I slipped and fell down the ladder, I might be even more severely injured than I was now. Maybe I might just bleed to death, though that would have to be some serious fall. 

With little else I could do, I attempted to climb down one deck and very predictably slipped down the rungs, though I was near the bottom anyway and it wasn't too bad of a fall.

However, fate wasn't so kind to me on the second descent to the bottom deck, where I tumbled all the way down despite my best efforts. Somewhat dazed, I decided to just lie there until I recovered. At some point, I must have fallen asleep…

When I awoke once again, I was in a… classroom.

My injuries must have been worse than I thought. Regardless, I was relieved to have made it out of that particular illusion, because this one seemed a whole lot better than the last one. Perhaps it was rather callous to have accepted my sudden 'death' so easily, especially considering how hard I had struggled to survive.

Nevertheless, here I was and I had no intention of experiencing that kind of thing again… all I wanted to do was keep my head down and meld into the crowd. Something would happen - that was how all the illusions had been designed - but I would do my level best to not get myself into a crazy situation now that I had finally been given a normal scenario….

Which was exactly how, no more than than a few hours later, I found myself in a zombie apocalypse.