Prologue

I’m a walking dead man…..

….When I say dead, I don’t mean figuratively but literally dead. I should be lying in the hospital, the E.R section with X-ray machines, heart monitor, and series of bandages, drip and probably in a coma……

Walking through the streets on my way home from the library with my headphones plugged in, with the music playing in my ears, I soaked in the world around me. I always preferred walking to driving, it always gave me time to think and I could always use the exercise. The evening breeze was incredibly amazing and the sky was surprisingly clear like all the clouds had gone on vacation. The streets were less crowded, just as I liked it. Window-shoppers still had their faces absorbed in the displays of a number of stores. The street looked quite calm, and was quite what I would call a perfect day. The calmness of the evening intoxicated and seduced me that I so much wanted to paint all I saw at this time. As I continued walked along the stores, I kept on imaging holding a paint brush and recreating this moment on a canvas. I was pulled out from my self-built illusion when I saw what I believe I wasn’t meant to see. I was at the entrance of an alley when I saw the unbelievable. I saw a girl jumping across the alley effortlessly, she landed on the balcony of a flat and simply went through the wall like it was nothing or the wall wasn’t even there.

Still in shock, blinking rapidly trying to process what is just witnessed, I didn’t hear it, I didn’t hear the screams or the loud horn blaring at me. I was too engrossed in what I saw that the sudden urgency around me didn’t seem to bring me back to reality in time. I saw it at the last second, the truck driver struggling with the steering with horror in his face while the impact of his truck knocked me several feet of the ground and straight into a wall.

This was the end…..

Or at least I thought it was

I felt the pain spread all over my body, and it was extremely painful. All I could see was darkness and a loud squeal sound pierced my eardrums. This was the end for me, I knew it, and there was no doubting it. Rather than fight the pain, I embraced and held on to it, willing choosing to let go of whatever control I had left. I waited for death but it didn’t come, there was nothing but pain, pain and darkness. I could hear the voices of people, yelling and screaming over me, but couldn’t make out any sense of what they were saying.

Then it came, a cold electrifying wave swept through my body and all the pain vanished in an instant. I could, without any trouble hear every sound around me clearer than I have ever done in my life. The people around me were calling 911 and calling an ambulance. My body felt as though I was only waking up from along nap and all I needed to do was just stand to my feet. I wiggled free of the hands holding and tried getting up to my feet, clearly ignoring the relentless instructions from people telling me to remain still and help was on its way. When I was finally up on my feet, I felt better, more than better. I could see the shocked expression on the faces of the people around me, the truck driver stood next to his truck rubbing his eyes to be sure he wasn’t seeing things. I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know how it was possible that I was still alive, but I knew one thing, I didn’t want to be there when the police or ambulance arrived. Among the plans for my future did not include plans to become a government research project.