Chapter 1: New Life

A person can be seen writhing around with his eyes closed could be seen in his room. His height is about six' four and he had dark brown hair and a sharp jawline. He suddenly got up, chest heaving as he started cursing a truck like it has offended him beyond redemption. His eyes, a rich turquoise with hints of silver, finally opened in a slow manner. "Damn truck, chasing me like that for no reason," he said with a heavy breath "Thank god it was just a nightmare."

"Is everything okay up there Jake?" a voice could be heard from downstairs. "I'm fine mum," he replies instinctively before he tensed up. 'What the hell did I just say?' He froze while thinking. 'I don't have parents I'm an orphan,' he thinks as he starts to walk to the bathroom in order to wash his face.

Suddenly his face scrunches up in pain as memories of his life before start appearing. He groans and falls back on his bed his body glistening with sweat from his 'nightmare'. "So, it wasn't a dream…" he gasped, "That damn truck did kill me," he says coming to a realization.

He remembers his name was also Jake in his previous life. The last name was unimportant to him, after all he was an orphan and with the variety of surnames in the world he couldn't guarantee whether the orphanage gave it to him out of sympathy or if that was his actual surname, so he chose to let it go.

Before he died, he was chased relentlessly by an 'Optimus Prime' looking truck. Scary right, I mean Optimus Primes 'disguise' was a massive trailer, like the kind driven by the truckers protesting against Trudeau back when he was alive. This happened after he walked out of Walmart carrying three bags of candy while heading towards shoppers, for *sigh* more candy. The truck appeared out of nowhere and he narrowly dodged it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you mother fucking ...…." After cursing at the truck and its driver for a while he went on his merry way. He bought more candy at shoppers, and he went in the direction of the orphanage to help set up the birthday party. On his way, a kid bumped into him causing him to drop his bag.

"Hey, watch it!" he calls after the kid before bending to pick up his bag. Then he hears it, the sound of an engine revving, he immediately jumps to his left narrowly dodging the truck that crushes the bag on the floor. He curses realizing it was the same truck. Then he noticed that the truck had no driver or were the windows so tinted he couldn't see through them.

'This can't be a coincidence, it's the same bloody truck.' Either way as an average white man, he should have stood frozen in shock, but he didn't. He fled the scene instantly. In his mind, standing there to figure out how the truck moved without a driver or that deep tint without being pulled over was stupid, considering it almost hit him twice and he didn't want to tempt fate with a third try.

He never understood how most white people would stay still when something weird like that happened when instead they should be running like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. You see all humans have three instincts when faced with danger. Fight, flight or freeze. And most people (mostly Caucasians), according to movies and some things that have been noticed and seen, freeze when faced with danger (No offense to all you Caucasians but we know it is true enough or it won't become a movie trope).

Sadly, fleeing did not work, so we are now here, with a more handsome version of his previous self, with things he isn't even sure he could have learned in his past life floating in his head. If he was this smart before he died, he would have figured that only a fool would try to outrun a fifteen-wheeler within the few seconds he had. He did catch a glimpse of red and black as well as some maniacal laughing though.

But who cares he has a new life now and he sure as hell isn't going to waste it, he died a virgin after all, a girlfriendless broke virgin who just moped about watching old cartoons or reading comics. His business degree going to waste, although he didn't really care. He hated business after all. The only reason he went that far was because it'll help him on starting is own and maintaining it when he delegates all the other stuff to employees.

"Jake you're going to miss the bus," his mother called from downstairs.