Hi there, my name is normally Ryan. I had brown hair, blue eyes, I was about 6ft tall and I hated my job. You may be wondering as to why this is all in past tense. Well due to one small incident I don't know what I'm normally going to look like. It all happened about 2 months ago.
"I hate people... I hate my job... I hate most the people I work with." I said to no one. I took a quick glance at the clock and noticed the time. Fifteen minutes until I go home.
"Hey Ryan go get a case of pickles, after that head home. We're not that busy right now." my manager told me. It made me happy to hear that I wasn't going to be staying in that hellhole.
After everything was finished and I had clocked out I began to walk home. In the rain whilst it was humid. It was a goddamn nightmare. Truly I'd pissed of some deity to deserve this. I noticed a woman crying at a bus stop along the way home. Thinking that maybe if I did a good deed the weather would change from hellish rain to normal cooling rain, I decided to see if I could assist in any way.
However this particular woman, who I wish every pain a human can endure, decided that I must be trying to steal from her and assaulted my eyes with pepper spray. Needless to say, it hurt. Writhing I fell back into the street. I managed to regain my sight when I notice something heading right for me.
"That's a truck." I stated before realizing that it wasn't decreasing its speed as it was approaching me. It is important to note at this time that the driver of this truck had a rather large dog in the car along with a hot dog he had just purchased from a local gas station. The dog dove towards the food causing the trucker to not notice the male who was in the middle of his path.
In 3 seconds, my life had ended.
In 3 more seconds, I awoke in a field near a forest. WITH THE BIGGEST HEADACHE OF MY LIFE.
