A SECOND CHANCE
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A loud ringing in my head disturbs the quiet darkness that surrounds me, I try to open my eyes but it is taking too much effort so I try stopping the ringing first, it is becoming unbearable and there is a chance my head might explode soon.
Maybe I'm being a little dramatic but it hurts really bad, i try opening my eyes again and this time they opened but I wasn't prepared for what it allowed me to see
I am in a market, I have no idea where but that wasn't the shocking part, I'm supposed to be dead! dead! and gone and disappeared or whatever happens to the dead but here I am with a massive headache in an unknown market surrounded by strange people, no one even spares me a second glance, I lick my really chapped lips and stand up but my legs were so weak I ended up falling again
Darton!
"Um please can you help me up?" I say to a boy selling some smelly ointment
My voice sounds so hoarse I can hardly understand what I'm saying but I'm hoping he would because I can't bring my self to say another word
He looks at me in disgust but stretched out his hand anyway, my legs were steadier now but they were still shaky so I leaned on a nearby stall
Where am I!
How did I get here!
Why am I not dead!
How are these people not dead!
All these questions keep running through my head and are only making the ringing worse , I need water and food , answers will come later
"Water" I managed to croak out, I seriously sounded like a choking frog, smelly ointment boy hands me a plastic jug of water and I desperately drink and then pour the rest over my head, the headache has reduced to a dull throb now
I am seriously considering asking him for food but the look he is giving me doesn't entertain further requests so I try walking away
Food food food , I look around the stalls but can't find one close enough to steal from ( yes, I happen to be a very experienced thief) and I don't have the strength or voice to strike up conversations good enough to distract the stall owners so I settle for trying to steal small fruits from the various customers passing my side
I see a girl walking towards me, she's darting nervous glances around, maybe she's a thief like me, I wonder if she's the sharing type, I clear my throat and walk to close the distance between us and that's when I see it.
All thoughts of hunger and weakness leave my body, my blood turns cold and every single memory that had been pushed to the back of my mind comes rushing forward
Blood! so much blood , the smell of death and decay around me is strong, dead strangers, dead friends , dead elites, dead paupers, dead dead dead.
Everything was dead including me.
I blink rapidly to regain my composure but the girl is gone, I search everywhere around me but she is gone, I can't run to look for her, I need strength that I don't have
I bump into a woman and mumble some incoherent apologies, she has unknowingly given me 3 apples and bread, I eat slowly so I don't throw up, i can't taste what I'm eating, my body is still shaken badly, I finish eating and throw the apple cores away and I tuck the bread in my dress pocket for later. Then the questions run through my mind again.
Why are people alive and healthy and in a market none the less, did something happen while I was dead and everyone came back to life
or did I imagine everything that happened
I check my head and sure enough there is a gash covered with dirt caked blood so not my imagination
"Pardon me, but where am I?" I ask a man wearing a blue gown covered in net
he looks at me strangely before saying "The Eastern region of course" and walks away
Now that doesn't make any sense because 3 years ago the Commander's office announced that all the regions were to be divided into cities, the Eastern region now consists of two cities The Scarlet City and the City of Opal
Thinking about it now, 2045 doesn't have little markets, everyone had been ordered to only purchase from the Commander's. office 3 years ago!
Darton! what is this!
Why is everything wrong! a crazy thought comes to mind and unless I dreamed the whole thing ,it is the only explanation
"what year is this!" I frantically ask someone passing by and they say
" 2042, are you retarded?"
Whether man or woman, I have no idea who answered my question because my head was spinning and I had to sit down
The year is 2042!
3 years in the past!
That's where I am
The Apocalypse isn't here yet
No one is dying yet
How did I get here
Then I remembered the girl I saw walking towards me, I remembered what she was protecting so tightly in her arm
The Apocalypse isn't here yet but it is coming and these people have no idea what is about to hit them.
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