When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the hunger gnawing at my stomach. Not just a little rumble, but a full-on, "I haven't eaten in days" kind of hunger. My mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my stomach was staging a mutiny.
"Great," I muttered, dragging myself out of the cave. "Stranded in the demon realm, and now I have to play survivalist."
I stood up, wincing at the stiffness in my muscles. My clothes were still damp from the river, and I could feel the chill in my bones. I glanced around, hoping for some sign of food, but all I saw were trees and more trees. The forest was dense and dark, with no indication of anything remotely edible.
"Okay, Eileen," I said to myself, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "Time to channel your inner Bear Grylls."