Chapter One: Death

So I'm just your average kinda guy. Except I don't have a job, money, or a girlfriend. You know, all those important adult things adults should have.

Oh, and I have a crippling porn addiction....

Yeah... Maybe not the best time of my life but you know, What can you do.

And it's not even your average live action porn with real actors either. No, I was addicted to doujins... Yeah not even joking. And not even the good kind of doujins either.

I was addicted to a variety pack of random doujins. As in, I could enjoy the majority of the tags... Even the absolutely disgusting kind. The kind where you really shouldn't show to people.

So with all this new info you can make a geuss of where my life is... in the trash. And you can guess who gets stuck with the menial and absolutely boring tasks.... me.

And that's where I'm at now, just walking to the store to buy some random shit I can barely remember. To where I had to make a note of the stuff and bring it with me.

I mean it's not even that long of a walk but still. In the middle of a thunder storm is not exactly what I'd call a pleasant walk.

Now you might be asking yourself 'why is he walking'. Well to answer that my dear we'll have to look back to last week when my bike got ran over by a truck, Without me on it.... That ends that story, now back to the present.

I'm still walking while being repeatedly soaked by the rain that is accompanying the thunder. It's maybe a ten to fifteen minute walk to and back from the store. With only my hoodie to shield me from the downpour that is nature.

While I like to be a little colder than hotter I don't exactly find being constantly soaked to be an enjoyable experience. Especially when I'm afraid that I'll get struck be the lightning. I know it's highly unlikely with all the buildings around me, but like come on. You'd be afraid too if you could feel the lightning hit and shake the ground.

My area has these lightning attractor things that are supposed to keep accidental deaths via lighting to a minimum But, they don't do shit. Not when you can see, hear, and feel the lighting strikes.

And my fears were essentially realized when I walked by a sign. The brightly lit advertising sign was sketchy as hell. It had a couple of cords going up to and connecting to it, but the main part holding up the illuminated square was made of slightly bent wood. Yeah, pretty sketchy.

So you want to know what happens next. I start walking closer and closer to the sign. when I pass it.

Then I heard a very loud shock to where I feel major amounts of pain from just the noise itself.

I once heard some very good and scary advice from a movie. "If you can hear the shot it's not meant for you". So my brain immediately applied it to this situation.

Yes, the advise I heard from a war movie I watched how many years ago. In this possibly life or death situation I thought of this single peice of advice not even meant for me.

So as I lay there after being knocked over from what was very likely to be a lightning strike. I can only feel relieved as I can still feel all my limbs. Even if some of them hurt from my fall. I can feel the sensation of running water going along both of my hands as I put some force into them to attempt to stand.

So imagine my surprise when I am unable to stand. Because I got hit with something on my back which forced my body into the ground.

After that jarring incident when I try to push the thing off of me, I can't. And I'm starting to feel the weight of it. It's far to big and heavy for me to be able to roll it off of me or to force myself up with it.

So I'm... I'm trapped here...

Being forced into the slick sidewalk while being nearly drowned due to my posture and the fact that I can't move my face off the ground. While being slowly crushed from what I'm starting to think is the sign. Being unable to call for help with my phone due to leaving it at home, because I thought it would get ruined In the rain.

And being unable to even scream due to being unable to get a full breath in my lungs and even if I did. My voice would likely be drowned out from the thunder and the rain. Even the sign on me could prove to be a sound suppressant.

Time slowly passed for me... Thinking of all the things I wanted to do and could have done.

Thinking of my family that while did get me in this situation still loved me... and I loved them.

Now all I can feel is my heart pumping... No rain, no cold, no pain...

Just....

And then I died