《Welcome To Pangea》


 Death is but a fickle thing

    My eyes snap open in shock to a blaring alarm clock. My right hand swings reflexively, and smashes the snooze button. As I¡¯m about to fall asleep once more a memory comes to the front of my mind.


    It is a memory of me asking for a job from the I.T Company that I wanted a job from. I jump from my bed with all the adrenaline I could muster.


    I run to the washroom picking up my clothes from the floor as I go. When I get to the bathroom I look in the mirror and notice I got some hairs on my chin. I grab my razor and shave it all off. Rubbing my jaw and chin I smile in satisfaction at the smoothness. I look into the mirror once more seeing my golden brown locks on the top of my head and the hazel eyes staring back into my own. Who am I kidding I got acne all over my face.


    Enough with demeaning myself I hop in the shower and get ready for the interview in an hour. On my way out I realize I haven¡¯t eaten anything yet so I put some bread into the toaster and make a peanut butter sandwich to go. I exit my front door and get in my Hummer H3.


    On my way to the I.T Company I think in my head how much faster it would be if I get on the highway. I look at the city of New York behind me and think to myself ¡°good bye my old life, off I go, to live a new life.¡±


    I drive on to the highway and begin to cruise through the speeding cars around me with grace. The calm doesn¡¯t last long though as many sirens start blaring down the highway in front of me.


    I also could hear gun shots, from what I can tell a Sub-Machine Gun. You¡¯re probably wondering how I know that well let¡¯s just say that my mom and dad had some interesting jobs when I was still living with them. They taught me what guns are which and how to shoot. I never thought it would be useful one day though. I don¡¯t like guns at all. My littles sisters were a little bunch of monkeys always jumping on my back and try to freak me out when we were little, so I¡¯ve gotten used to being aware of my surroundings.


    Anyways back to the present as the sirens get closer and closer my heart starts to pump faster and faster. Impatient and a little bit rebellious I drive around the semi-truck in front of me. In shock I notice a car with what looks like a bunch of thugs leaning out of the car windows shooting at the cop cars chasing them. ¡°What the heck this isn¡¯t a movie are these guys idiots there going to get caught why run and extend their sentence??¡± even though I thought this It wouldn''t matter.


    As soon as the thugs noticed my hummer was in the way of their car they lit my car up. In a panic I try to turn the car away from them, but instead I take a bullet to the chest while turning. As my car flips and skids across the highway I stare at my windshield mirror above the dash of my hummer. All I see is a young man in the prime of his youth having the life sucked out of his eyes. In silence I bleed to death hoping for someone to come and save me, but in the time that I have left no one comes. I die.


    Or at least that¡¯s what everyone else would think. Instead what actually happened was as I was dying I saw a blue screen in my vision asking me if I would like to live and there was 2 buttons, one saying yes and the other saying no. I chose yes.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    : Welcome to Pangea! Enjoy your stay! Oh and do try to survive! Well not that you have any hope of surviving...:


    My eyes open and my lungs gasp in air and more air, inhale and exhale. In a panic I raise my body and look at my surroundings. In utter confusion I notice that I woke up in a forest, but where? In utter disbelief tears start to come down my face like a downpour. ¡°Mom, dad, Lizzy¡­.. And¡­¡­ Quin where¡­.. Am I¡­.?¡± in a quivering voice, my whisper travels through the wind for no one to hear.


    After I¡¯ve calm down and found the resolve to get home I get to my feet and start climbing a tree. As I climb the tree I notice that these trees are gigantic, the branches are the size of my entire body length wise. As I get halfway up the tree with sweat traveling down the side of my brow I see a little stream towards the sun, in other words west of my location.


    While walking through the underbrush of the forest I think about my life. When I was with my family I was completely different from when I was at school or at work. When I was at school I was always known as the ice cold prince who no one could talk to, I bet they also thought I didn¡¯t care about their so called insignificant lives. The truth is I just never new how to talk to them, I wasn¡¯t confident in myself. I didn¡¯t think they would like me. So whenever they would initiate a conversation to me I would always fumble around in my head looking for something to talk to them about, but by the time I found something to talk about they would turn around dejected that I didn¡¯t talk back to them. In my head I would reach with my hand and tap there shoulder and have I nice conversation with them, but in reality I would look coldly at their back and then look back to the front of the classroom.


    When I started my job as a professor¡¯s assistant at a collage I mostly would just sit in my seat beside his desk and mark tests and quizzes. Or I ran little errands for the professor. I was not happy working what¡¯s so ever so I try to get an interview at an I.T Company¡­..


    ¡°Wait! I¡¯m¡­.. I¡¯m¡­.. Dead¡­.?¡±


    In a looming silence I sit in the dirt and roots of the forest. I start to sob, mini waterfalls running down the side of my cheeks snot bubbling out of the tip of my nose. Finally my emotional outburst stops I look up to the trees that are standing tall and blocking the sun.


    My back straightens and my eyes gain a piercing feeling of determination. ¡°I¡¯ll get back no matter what guys, even if I have to cross through the depths of hell to get back to you guys.¡± I stand up and continue to walk towards the river, as I am walking I hear a couple birds in the trees begin to sing. It reminds me of the bell like laugh of my childhood friend named Emma. I fell in love with that laugh and yet I never got to say that I loved her.


    With a frown on my face I continue to head in the direction of the river. When I get close to the river, I hear a whistling sound. I turn my head around to face the sound and my eyes sharpen to a point because of an arrow heading right for my spine. I can¡¯t have my spine injured no matter what. So in the last second before it hits I rotate my shoulders so my right shoulder takes the arrow instead of my spine. ¡°Arghh!!!!¡± in extreme pain I reach back and snap the arrow, then I look towards where the arrow came from and I see a blond girl around my age if I had to guess her age it would be 16 or 17. I look towards her ears and I notice that her ears aren¡¯t normal human ears but pointed like a mythological elf. She has a doll like face with the innocence of a child, but with that bow in her hand, which is the bow that shot me I doubt she is innocent whatsoever.