Fine, no tools. Let's just walk across the boring arids at Miracle-pace, looking for civilization, edibles, water, and maybe something to save me from boredom while I'm at it.

The brave explorer of Earth will traverse semi-desert and discover more semi-desert. 

Wow, amazing!

So, I hate this place.

Anything to eat or drink, yet?

Well, there's mostly-dry grass. How do you feel about subsisting on cellulose and lignin? 

Even with how ridiculous we Miracles are, that wouldn't work.

Sucks to suck! Whoever designed your superpowers should have paid more attention to the second most important activity in the world - eating.

I am going to subsist on my own accumulated nutrients for a time. Good thing I bothered having a little bit of chubbiness! That was a choice, though not for this reason.

And I'm going to pass out for a bit because walking at Miracle-pace is a lot of energy, even if it doesn't feel like it.

Cool. Try not to die while asleep.

Wait, why do most of the animals here have sleep? It doesn't seem very adaptive to be completely and ridiculously vulnerable for an obligate regular period of the time compared to "somewhat more vulnerable all the time". 

Don't worry about it, Earth.

Okay.

Yawn.

Okay. I definitely need to drink. And to eat.

Μολων λαβε.

Right. Okay.

I am going to keep going in that general direction and be extra observant about any signs of edible or drinkable things.

Okay, fine, here's a pack of jackals. 

What are they even hunting for, in this empty damned wasteland?

Fine, whatever. I guess I could cook up some wild jackals. I could just move stones fast enough that they heat up enough to ignite some of this dry-ass grass, and roast some wild dogs.

...and dry them out with heat. Okay, uh, I guess not. I guess I am going to drink their blood raw, in fact, because there is nothing else to drink here, and eat their flesh uncooked, germs and all.

Thank you very much for stranding me on a different continent, portal-flinging Miracle girl.

Different continent? He doesn't know...

Anyway, are you sure you want to engage 11 pack hunters on an open plain with no tools or clothing, child of man?

What do you mean, no tools? I got this here sharp rock and this here long stick.

I, uh, might have no way to combine them into a spear, but it'll do.

I'm a 9-year-old Miracle. I can take on like five baseline cops with batons and pistols, and it'll be a fair fight. 

You are also debuffed by dehydration.

It's not an easy fight, anyway.

Nah, I'd win.

...maybe. But it sure looks like there isn't a better option.

So, should I:

1) Pose as a prey and let them surround me?

2) First-strike them with my superior speed and range?

3) Wait until they fall asleep and silently kill them?

Option 1 means getting surrounded by predators.

Option 2 probably spooks most of them right away.

Option 3 takes a long time. It's probably unwise to do without food or drink for a long time trying to stalk a pack of dogs.

...I guess we are doing option 1.

You have gotten yourself successfully surrounded by predators on purpose. That's idiotic.