Prologue
What will you do today if you know tomorrow is the end of the world? This is what I think about everyday when I wake up in my bed. Some might call me paranoid, some might even call me mad. No.. no.. I am neither. I am perfectly fine, well almost fine. If you think someone that has been hit by countless meteorite on the head everyday is okay, then I am totally okay in your eyes.
You see, I am in a unique situation here. I live on the last day on earth, everyone get killed by a meteorite twice the size of earth crashing exactly at 5:55 the next morning.Yes .. yes.. I am included in the death count but then again who is left to count?
Why am I still here well and writing? Well you see, I am sort of stuck here. By that it means every time the cursed meteorite landed on everyone including me, I wake up in my bed all sweating from what seem like a extremely bad nightmare. The only difference from a bad dream is that all this is real, the only reason why am i still alive is that I have an ability...
I escaped near death by instinctively warp myself back in time. It came with a twist, I can warp no more than 10 sec by instinct and it is only after countless actual life threatening practical I actually manage to warp myself back a day before everything gone wacko.
And in the silence of the night, as I close my tiring eyes, I can only dream of time not too long ago...
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go get a girlfriend man.
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