"Hahaha Third brother, we're rich! With all this money, we can now retire on a private island!" a masked man spoke with a tone of excitement.
"Thanks to second brother modifying this truck, we can get away from the cops easily. Hahaha", another masked man laughed, replying to the first masked man.
There were three masked men in the truck. One of them was driving furiously, making the truck skid and swerve as they went along. The masked man driving had an excited expression plastered on his face, which of course was hidden behind the mask.
"Shut up you guys! Someone must focus on listening to the radio! We need to know where the cops are setting up blockades!" shouted the masked man who was driving. His excited expression wore off, to be replaced by an angry expression.
"Yes boss! Third brother, why don't you attend to it?" asked the first masked man.
Noise from a wave of sirens permeated through the air, pouring cold water on the masked men who had thought they would get away easily. The driver looked at the rear view mirror, and saw rows of lights, getting closer, and increasing in number.
"Damn it! The cops are catching up", swore the driver.
"Boss, they have set up a blockade on Silverton Road!" spoke the second masked man, who had been called Third brother.
"Got it!" was the response.
Screeeeechh!
There was a screeching sound, as the truck swerved, turning towards another road.
Reeve had the worst day at work today. The project he had been working on had been cancelled and then his fiancée had just called to break up their engagement. To make matters worse, it was his birthday! There wasn't going to be a party, after all, everyone at work had forgotten about it. As he walked there dejected, he heard the wailing of sirens in the distance. However, because he was too deep in thought, he didn't pay any attention to it. He turned to cross the road, without looking at the traffic situation.
"We can't shake off the cops! Hold on, I'm going 180!" spoke the masked man driving, stepping on the pedal.
"Boss, LOOK OUT!"
Reeve turned his head, and then he saw a white light. When he came to his senses, there was light all around him.
OH NO! NOT YOU AGAIN!
'Am I dead? What was that light?' he thought.
YES, INDEED YOU ARE DEAD! THAT LIGHT CAME FROM OUR GOOD OLD FRIEND, THE RUNAWAY TRUCK!
"Eh? Who said that? Runaway truck? What happened to me?" he asked, with a surprised look on his face.
I AM THE DEITY THAT CONTROLS THE CYCLES OF REINCARNATION. THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME ALREADY! DO YOU EVER HOLD YOUR LIFE IN REGARD?
"Huh? What are you talking about? Where are you?" asked Reeve, looking all around.
OH, GOOD NEWS! WE JUST FOUND A BODY FOR YOU. UNFORTUNATELY, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO LIKE IT.
"Wait, what body? What happened to me?"
DON'T WORRY. EVERYTHING HAS BEEN PROCESSED NOW. HAVE FUN, AND BE SURE TO MAKE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN OUT OF THIS OPPORTUNITY. HOPEFULLY, THIS SHOULD TEACH YOU THAT LIFE IS PRECIOUS!
Before Reeve could respond, a bright light encompassed his entire being, blinding him. He closed his eyes in order to prevent himself from going blind. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a stone altar. He tried turning his head to see where he was. He didn't feel any pain at all, even from lying down for such a long time.
'Where am I?' he thought.
While he was thinking, there was a gruff voice speaking some distance away from him. "Oh Deity of the Seven Heavens, Ruler of the Four Skies! We have suffered from being bullied and attacked by the Southern Water Tribe!" began the gruff voice. It continued, "Just because their shamans have stronger magic, they think they can do whatever they want to our Southern Earth Tribe! Hmpf! We beseech thee, oh Ruler of the Four Skies! Please resurrect this zombie so he can be our protector!"
'Huh? Wait, are they talking about me?' thought Reeve, as he turned his head to see who was speaking. The speaker was an old man with gray hair, tan skin, and very ugly tattoos on his face. He was holding a wooden staff in his right hand and at the end of the staff, there was a snake-like statue. He was kneeling, with the staff standing vertically.
"G-grand Priest...H-he m-moved", spoke a frightened voice.
The old man holding the wooden staff gasped as he turned and looked behind him. "Sacrilege! How dare you interrupt the Rite of --", began the old man
Loud gasps sounded, from the crowd, followed by murmurings. The old man turned to see what had caused his followers to murmur, thinking that something funny must have happened or was actually happening behind his back, literary. The zombie was awake! And it was sitting, looking at the crowd. When he met its gaze, it suddenly screamed!