章 2: Prologue
If you knew how you would die, would you try to change it?
A question that sounds philosophical in nature and perhaps it was… But I genuinely ask, would you?
If I knew how I would die I would have tried my hardest to change it.
Why, you may ask?
It wasn't the most pleasant of deaths, the only motivation would have been changing to a painless suicide rather than the unfortunate way I had died.
I died by a car hitting me and crushing me.
I was both unfortunate to be at the right place at the right time, if I had been only a meter away I wouldn't have died such an abrupt death.
The death itself was fast, but the overwhelming pain of having my body crushed made me wish in that split second that if I could, I would do my best to change my death.
That was all.
* * *
Conscious returned, dreams shattered and his eyes fluttered in action.
The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was how he was in an unfamiliar environment.
But before he could even comprehend the situation further, a splitting headache crashed into his head.
Memories from his 'past life' came back, his life, his parents… even his death came back like a raging river.
"Ugh…"
A small groan came out involuntarily, his discomfort was further shown when small beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead making it wet.
"H-Hah…"
Slowly, his eyes opened with his eyebrows scrunched up. He held his face with his hand, grabbing it with such force as he tried to divert his mind to something other than the burning pain of his memories.
The forceful grip loosened up and he was finally able to fully look at his surroundings.
Strange…
He was in his apartment, nothing was out of place nor was anything out of the ordinary. Was his death just one large bad dream?
'What…?'
Light was shining in through his window like it always would.
He steadily got up, his hand covered his face.
"...Didn't I die…?"
He asked himself.
'...'
It must just have been a bad dream. He hoped.
As usual, he got up and went to the bathroom to prepare for the day.
Washing his face, shower, clothes…
It was normal, too normal in fact that an uncanny sense of existential crisis overcame him.
He questioned his own life, how minute and short it was, up to his job and how normal everything is.
His mind raced as more and more depressing and nihilistic thoughts came and overwhelmed him to the point of a sudden minor depression came over him.
He shook his hand and finished brushing his teeth before showering and heading out for work.
It was too fast for him to see… or was it because of fear that froze him still?
Crunch-!
"Ah."
As his neck was torn apart by the person — no… zombie behind him, his life came to an end.
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