"I could hear loud laughter in the background, accompanied by loud hip-hop music as I opened my eyes slowly.
The wall clock by the wine shelf was the first thing my eyes met.It was past four in the evening; I noticed I was on a couch, a very soft one.
The roofing design was beautiful, with beautiful lights and a comfortable air-conditioned living room. I slowly sat up, remembering my condition, but surprisingly, I didn't feel any pain while getting up. I looked at my leg and noticed the right leg of my pants was ripped off from the lap, and my leg wound was stitched up and bandaged.
Ah, okay then!
I quickly slid my hands into my pockets and let out a deep breath, feeling the wristwatch and book still in them when a loud voice startled me.
Hahaha ha! Headshot! The laughs became louder. I was in what seemed to be a lounge, considering the wine shelves and different collections of wine in them, and the counter before me.
'Status,'
I said in a tired tone, my voice barely audible.
(DING)
Time left: 8 hours to complete tasks!
Health status: 98/100.
WARNING: GO GET SOMETHING TO EAT !!
Ugh yeah that's right, I'm starving and it became disturbing by the second but hey I had better things to worry about so back to business
How on earth am I going to make a crew in 8 hours? Just thinking of it was discouraging, but we'll have to try.
I just had this urge to complete my task, which was unusual for me; I never committed to finishing things I started, especially if they were hard or stressful along the way. But now I am just like the opposite of who I was before, and it seems to keep increasing by the hour.
Well, at least now there's some flavor in my story; I'm no longer that boring ass nigga who regrets each day he wakes up into.
It's quite a lot to take in for me, going through all these crises in one day. To make matters worse, the day was almost over, and I still hadn't completed my mission.
Ahh !' No! Come on, Ralph, get off your ass!!
"I motivated myself as I tried getting up on my feet.
Of course, I expected a lot of pain from my leg while getting up, but that was the least of my worries now. I had to get back home in time and I wondered if my parents had already found out that I wasn't at work that would be a problem if they did.
I hopped on my feet immediately, taking my first leap towards the exit of the lounge room.
I felt less pain with every leap I took. It was as if I never really had an injury in the first place; it just felt so normal, like I was never injured at all. I rested my weight on my injured leg just to be sure, and still, I couldn't feel anything.
Yeah, it's not normal for a deep gash in the leg to close up in a few hours, but for some reason, I wasn't surprised at all. I took off the bandage from my leg and could only feel a light scar on it, barely visible.
I let out a deep breath as I took a peek from the lounge room into the living room. This was where all the noise was coming from.
There were six guys in the living room and about six girls too. They seemed to be having the time of their lives, from video gaming to snacking, and the girls... yeah, they were definitely having a good time. But why such a huge screen for a video game?
The graphics were just out of this world; it felt like I could walk into the screen. Playing one of the best games in the world while stuffing your face with your favorites. I never knew Call of Duty could be played on PlayStations. I could see the PlayStation 5 glowing on the TV shelf in the dim blue-lit living room; this was my dream life right before my very eyes.
Everything a teenager like me could ever wish for, all in reality before him. My eyes were filled with amazement and admiration, but my nose was being mesmerized by the smell of fried eggs and bread all over the place.
I could see the huge bowl of spaghetti and meat pies all over the table empty KFC and ice cream buckets on the ground.
Just observing all these made me more hungry. And when I'm this hungry, I get quite cranky. Very cranky.
I always got what I craved for, no matter what it took. I always kept myself in a contemptuous manner anytime I felt urges like this, but this was just too much.
I guess I kept competent because I wasn't pulled around by the aroma and scents but not this time.
I dipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out the wristwatch as I took a glance at it. Ah! I have about 7 hours and forty minutes. Having a few bites shouldn't take much of my time, right?
I felt my legs shake, and the strong determination in me to get some of those good treats increased by the second.
I felt my breathing pace increase as I kept a straight glance at the bowl of spaghetti on the center table. Only God sees hearts, and I'm sure He knew that I wouldn't have thought twice about strangling anyone who came between me and the bowl of spaghetti on the center table.
But I had to keep maintenance; maybe if I begged them, they would give me some?
But they kidnapped me... But still, they are the ones who helped stitch my wounds and brought me over here...
Okay, breathe in, breathe out; okay, I'm just gonna ask nicely.
But planning on asking the same people who kidnapped me for food? I fought with my own suggestions till I lost it.
Argh! I need food!!!
I made my way into the living room roughly, but no one noticed; they all had eyes glued to the screen as I headed fast for the gun on the table and quickly grabbed it, pointing it at them. 'I want everyone behind the sofa now!'"