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Welcome To the Afterlife
Destruction. The ominous glows of endless flames consume the night's sky. Tragic events flash through his mind as Evan Shadows jolts from his sleep.
A nightmare? He thinks to himself as he recalls the terrible dream he experienced. A bead of cold sweat rolls along his cheek. Unable to think clearly as he focused on the image of the scaled beast that caused such panic.
What a horrifying monster he thought as a haunting chill creeped down his spine. From the corner of his vision he glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to his bed. 6:42 A.M
"Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!" Evan exclaimed as he jumped out of bed snatching up the outfit he had laid out the night before. His foot caught on the painting he had just finished yesterday evening, sending him tumbling to the floor and ruining the beautiful work that he was personally proud of.
"Dammit." Attempting to put the disappointment out of his mind he rushed to get ready.
With only one arm in his jacket and his toothbrush hanging from his mouth, Evan quickly pulled some hot bread from the toaster and spread a healthy glob of strawberry jam across the rough golden surface.
Mmmm.. He pleasantly hummed while walking out the front door after taken an indulging first bite of his breakfast. Evan was a 19 year old student on his way to his first day in college, and of course he overslept leaving him on a tight schedule to get there on time.
I really don't want to be late on my first day, I mean how irresponsible does that make me look?...ughh.
After finishing high school Evan decided to move out from his aunt's house to be an independent student making his way in the world...only to find that the struggles of living on your own aren't quite as glamorous as one would hope.
Needless to say, after working his part time job, and attempting to keep the apartment that he can barely afford while also taking care of odds and inns such as shopping for food, and buying new clothes for school, he forgot to set his alarm last night.
Honestly, it was mostly just because he became so caught up in his painting that it completely slipped his mind, but that's all minor details. To Evan, this one small forgotten task seems miniscule, but the thought of looking so irresponsible, so careless, makes his body cringe.
He didn't know who he was trying to prove himself to exactly, but he felt as though he had to make up for his recklessness somehow. After running a few blocks, dodging and weaving through pedestrians on the boardwalk he halted at a red "Don't Walk" traffic light.
While waiting for cars to stop driving through, Evan catches his breath taking in the brisk morning air. 6:54 A.M reads the time on Evans cell phone, "it would take a miracle for me to make it on time" he sighs while stuffing the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth.
Evan watched with concerned eyes as a child began playing with a yellow ball dangerously close to moving traffic. What the hell is this kid doing? It felt like time was moving in slow motion somehow, almost like he has been standing at that crosswalk waiting for the light to turn green for over 10 minutes. Yet the clock still read 6:54 A.M.
What is this some weird time loop or something? Just turn green already you damn light. As he peered back over to the child, the ball bounced further out into the street followed by the carefree, giggling kid.
"Hey, watch out!" Evan screamed, startling the kid as he saw a speeding car cross his path. In a frantic sprawl, Evan was able to reach out grasping the collar of the kid's shirt and throw him with as much strength as he could muster towards the lines of safety within that moment.
For an instant Evan's vision runs completely red as an incredible force rolls over the length of his body. Suddenly a stir of distressed voices cry as the screeching of tires come to a halt, though Evan is far too distracted by the burning heat singeing across his leg from his lower back to his chest.
It's so hot! Evan coughs, filling the back of his throat with a thick liquid. The coarse feeling of the pavement against his cheek changes to a calming warmth as the heat in his body turns to searing pain.
"Oh my god, call an ambulance!" a woman's screaming voice cries, Evan's sight caught a glimpse of a heard of people around him each with equally horrified faces. Evan expresses the same face as he follows their gaze toward his own disfigured body surrounded by a sea of crimson fluid.
Echoing out overtop of the people, the cars, the buildings sounds a deafening scream resonating from Evans lungs as he realizes that he was just run over by a 4,000 pound vehicle.
Evan's sight blurs around the edges and begins to fade to black. Am I going to die? Evan became suddenly overwhelmed with fear as he began to struggle to stay conscious.
No! no. no. no. no. I can't die. Not like this, I can't! Tears began to...
A nightmare? He thinks to himself as he recalls the terrible dream he experienced. A bead of cold sweat rolls along his cheek. Unable to think clearly as he focused on the image of the scaled beast that caused such panic.
What a horrifying monster he thought as a haunting chill creeped down his spine. From the corner of his vision he glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to his bed. 6:42 A.M
"Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!" Evan exclaimed as he jumped out of bed snatching up the outfit he had laid out the night before. His foot caught on the painting he had just finished yesterday evening, sending him tumbling to the floor and ruining the beautiful work that he was personally proud of.
"Dammit." Attempting to put the disappointment out of his mind he rushed to get ready.
With only one arm in his jacket and his toothbrush hanging from his mouth, Evan quickly pulled some hot bread from the toaster and spread a healthy glob of strawberry jam across the rough golden surface.
Mmmm.. He pleasantly hummed while walking out the front door after taken an indulging first bite of his breakfast. Evan was a 19 year old student on his way to his first day in college, and of course he overslept leaving him on a tight schedule to get there on time.
I really don't want to be late on my first day, I mean how irresponsible does that make me look?...ughh.
After finishing high school Evan decided to move out from his aunt's house to be an independent student making his way in the world...only to find that the struggles of living on your own aren't quite as glamorous as one would hope.
Needless to say, after working his part time job, and attempting to keep the apartment that he can barely afford while also taking care of odds and inns such as shopping for food, and buying new clothes for school, he forgot to set his alarm last night.
Honestly, it was mostly just because he became so caught up in his painting that it completely slipped his mind, but that's all minor details. To Evan, this one small forgotten task seems miniscule, but the thought of looking so irresponsible, so careless, makes his body cringe.
He didn't know who he was trying to prove himself to exactly, but he felt as though he had to make up for his recklessness somehow. After running a few blocks, dodging and weaving through pedestrians on the boardwalk he halted at a red "Don't Walk" traffic light.
While waiting for cars to stop driving through, Evan catches his breath taking in the brisk morning air. 6:54 A.M reads the time on Evans cell phone, "it would take a miracle for me to make it on time" he sighs while stuffing the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth.
Evan watched with concerned eyes as a child began playing with a yellow ball dangerously close to moving traffic. What the hell is this kid doing? It felt like time was moving in slow motion somehow, almost like he has been standing at that crosswalk waiting for the light to turn green for over 10 minutes. Yet the clock still read 6:54 A.M.
What is this some weird time loop or something? Just turn green already you damn light. As he peered back over to the child, the ball bounced further out into the street followed by the carefree, giggling kid.
"Hey, watch out!" Evan screamed, startling the kid as he saw a speeding car cross his path. In a frantic sprawl, Evan was able to reach out grasping the collar of the kid's shirt and throw him with as much strength as he could muster towards the lines of safety within that moment.
For an instant Evan's vision runs completely red as an incredible force rolls over the length of his body. Suddenly a stir of distressed voices cry as the screeching of tires come to a halt, though Evan is far too distracted by the burning heat singeing across his leg from his lower back to his chest.
It's so hot! Evan coughs, filling the back of his throat with a thick liquid. The coarse feeling of the pavement against his cheek changes to a calming warmth as the heat in his body turns to searing pain.
"Oh my god, call an ambulance!" a woman's screaming voice cries, Evan's sight caught a glimpse of a heard of people around him each with equally horrified faces. Evan expresses the same face as he follows their gaze toward his own disfigured body surrounded by a sea of crimson fluid.
Echoing out overtop of the people, the cars, the buildings sounds a deafening scream resonating from Evans lungs as he realizes that he was just run over by a 4,000 pound vehicle.
Evan's sight blurs around the edges and begins to fade to black. Am I going to die? Evan became suddenly overwhelmed with fear as he began to struggle to stay conscious.
No! no. no. no. no. I can't die. Not like this, I can't! Tears began to...
