I'm just an unremarkable man living an unremarkable life. I would wake up at 5, brew my morning coffee, and then get ready to go to work.
Before 7, I am now at the MRT station waiting for the scheduled train to arrive. With my polo still creased and my hair wet and ruffled, I would be scrolling through my phone while reading my favorite webnovel.
This was supposed to be just a normal day like any other, until fate took a cruel turn when a sudden force from behind my back pushed me off the platform. A loud roaring sound from the incoming train terrified me as I know that any moment from now I can be crushed to death.
When I fell down on the tracks, everyone in the station screamed for help, but aside from pulling their phone to film me, no one actually went down to help me up. Not that I can blame them. I would do the same if I was in their position.
Not a moment later, everything went black. All I can remember is a sharp pain and then nothing—instant death. Or at least that's what should have happened, but the moment I realize, I am back at the train station holding my phone.
Everything is the same. I am still reading the latest chapter of my favorite webnovel just before the moment of my death. It is as if nothing happened and what I just experienced is an illusion or a sick dream of my brain's subconscious.
I immediately turned around and looked for someone, the person who pushed me. As if they are waiting, a black hooded person greeted my eyes. Our gaze locked into a standstill. He seemed surprised that I noticed him, but it was too late now. Without wasting a second, I ran away as fast as possible.
The hooded guy quickly realized what was happening and immediately chased after me. I can hear gunshots behind my back followed by people screaming, but I can't possibly help them considering my own life is also on the line.
This is madness! I run away as fast as I can without looking back. I pushed away the crowd of people and slithered my way up the stairs. I really hope this was all a dream, just a figment of my imagination.
Then suddenly, everything went black. I heard a gunshot followed by stillness. It seems I died again. But, I am back, back on the train station with my phone. I have no idea what's happening, but I can't possibly freak out, right? This, this is just my mind playing tricks on me! This can't be possible!
I didn't even bother to look behind me and I immediately ran away. I retraced my path, but this time I took note of the crowd's previous position. This time, I got out the stairs and ran towards the rotating steel bar gate. I used my momentum and jumped over that annoying rotating gate.
I don't need to worry about the law as of now but of my dear life being threatened by a goddamn killer. I continued to run even after getting out the terminal. The road outside is a highway filled with cars and people, but I can't possibly feel safe when I just experienced how determined the killer wants me dead.
The only way to be significantly safer is for me to cross the road and get to the other side. Then maybe I can ask for a car to drive me out of here, while needing not to worry about some killer creeping at my back. Also, if I am at the other side, I would be able to see the killer if he tries to follow me.
Without waiting for the traffic lights to turn red, I looked for an opportunity and run as fast as possible accross the road. Crash! I momentarily looked behind me. What I saw made me feel both relieved and horrified. There is a pool of blood under a mangled mess of limbs, organs, and intestines. Those ripped black fabric on the body tells me that the damned killer got crushed into meatpaste by a speeding truck.
But it seems like God is playing tricks. On my peripheral is another speeding truck, but this time I was the one it is trying to kill. Why the heck is everything trying to kill me?! With the last of my strength, I jumped perpendicular to the truck's path hoping to stay far away from the truck and save my life.
Crack! I got hit by a strong pain on my lower body. I looked down and saw a horrifying sight. My legs are gone, replaced by a pool of blood. Everything below the half of my thigh is gone. I can never walk again. But, I, I survived!!!
But that fleeting relief of survival turned to ice the moment my eyes fell on those two pulsating limbs—crushed beneath the truck. My vision blurred with tears, my throat tightened in agony.
"Aargghhh!!! Why?! Why the hell did this happen to me?!! Just why?!!"
I don't understand. Please, God, tell me...
As if to answer his plea, a lady with a white hat decorated with feathers appeared out of nowhere and looked down at a half man below her feet.
"What is this! Now you're a fucking cripple! How can I entertain my customers if you are like this! Fuck! Why can't you just die! Why do you feel the need to hold on to your pathetic little life! Aaahhhh! Just die you fucking worm!"
Bang!
Agh! Who the hell shot me! Wait, I'm still alive? And, I am back at the highway. This is the time when I am planning to cross the road! What is happening? Why is everyone trying to kill me and why in the hell do I keep reviving? And who is that woman who just killed me? Aagghhh!!! What in the world is really happening here!