Call the Ambulance

My name is MacLeod, I had a dream how the world began, I dream of the void, of chaos and silent, I dream of the golden ball-flash in darkness like a torch in the forest, creating life, creating the Universe and my word is a cruel place ruled by spirit power, a world of killing, war and conspiracy, where everything is paid for with blood an corpse.

Now I no longer dream but their are still some night that I found myself jolted away by nightmares, Terrified for my younger simple self. Back then I was joyful and carefree until the night I collided with my destiny.

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Chris a 27 years old programmer walked out of the electricity distribution company heading straight home. He went to pay fmhis electricity bills which expired recently, The street was busy with truck and some buses passing frequently on the road. People where rushing to the their business places the street was bustling with activities. Chris smiled as he waved at Mrs Veer who was taking her young son Mark to the missionary school.

Chris remembered his last days in university. when he will always go home on weekends to see Aunt Nana who took care of him when his parents died. He never forget to get her favorite Hobnobs dessert when visiting every weekends, She trained him right from the start till date he became a graduate for some years now. Chris parents died when he was Six years old in old Stanford bridge. He has no family no uncle or aunt. he was about about to be sent to the orphanage when Aunt Nana the kind widow who has no child adopted and took him in, she was a godsent to him. And He has been taking care of her till she died a year ago. It was a gloomy year for him. After her burial Chris relocated to Camara City in our present time Everton where he Is working in an Hyper Technology Company as a game programmer. Though the pay was good but the work comsumes all his time, He barely have time for himself, all this has been a thorn in his flesh for some time. He has been off from work for a week now because he nearly broke down due to stress the previous month. The chief manager Ben gave him and some other staff a week break after they competed the project the month ago.

He have been dreaming of a world where he have to leave and enjoy while others will be working for him. He smiled,

"All this are mare fantasy its not real Its only real in fantasy novels and books or to the sons and daughters of prime ministers not for people like me, He muttered.

The horn from the coming truck jolted him to reality but before he could react the truck is already close. He tried jumping but the truck hit him before he could make a move. the blue sky looks blurry and the people gathering around look like shadow to him. He could see the shock on the face of the driver. the shouting and the wailing of the people,

their was stampede as people ran around in commotion.

"Call the ambulance: call the 911" these were the last word he heard before he lost consciousness.