Chapter 1. I turned into a zombie diagnosed with amnesia!
Ouch!
Dammit, the pain's getting worse!
I turned around while holding my 'torn up' stomach and growled in pain. With my eyes still shut tightly, I tried to go back to sleep because tomorrow is going to be a big day. I might have to fight for my life against Alpha. Who knows, this might be my last sleep....
However, after turning around in fluster for a while, trying to bear the abnormal throbbing pain spreading through his whole body like he'd been tortured alive in the medieval times.
F*ck..... In my stupor, I tried my best to resume my dream; however, I just couldn't.... Whatever I could summon was ethereal like a fleeting fog. It was difficult to control and introspect, but I still didn't want to open my eyes. I wanted to sleep, prepare for whatever that could be my demise.
But from the looks of it... I won't even make the night. I am dying... slowly but surely loosing blood. My guts, my stomach torn up, I recognize this pain!
After a while, the abnormal throbbing pain gradually loosened, allowing me to accumulate the necessary strength to stand up and stop the bleeding.
But do I want to? Do I want to stop the bleeding and fight a battle that could lead to even worse, painful, nasty death? Dying slowly but less painful like this is probably better, right?
Ugh, I DON'T KNOW! I turned right so fast, with my eyes shut even tighter. However, when I turned right in fluster, I fell... Fell? Fell from what? I was sleeping on the floor.
The curiosity to find out what had I just fallen from inundated me, and slowly my eyelids opened.
First, my vision blurred before meeting a broken mirror in the absolute darkness.
"Huh?" I muttered in confusion. The place looked nothing like the apartment on the 23rd floor I was resting on! That place was modern, but this.... it is a freaking wooden cabin!
The floor was wooden and so are the other furniture in my sight. The place was dark, with no lights on, at least that matched his modern apartment. However, the light of the moon had been casting a soft glow — just enough to see around.
I slowly got up, standing abruptly. However, before my legs fully straightened, I saw my hands, my stomach... and the height of the line of sight felt a little odd!
I felt slightly taller, but that's not all! Blood!
My hands were covered in blood! It had been cut almost everywhere, and my.... my stomach was torn even bigger. Some of my internal organs were missing, a part of my ribcage fractured, laced together awkwardly!
No way I could be walking... hell with that, there's absolutely no way I could be alive!
Have I been captured my Alpha? Unlikely... if they found me, they would want me alive... at least until he can torture me alive and kill me with his own hands.
Whilst trying to demystify the current situation, I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my wounds, like it was being exposed to warm heat.
Not giving it a much though, I bolted toward the curtains and yanked it open.
It was still dark. However, something felt wrong.... The whole area was screened by a faint crimson light. Subconsciously, I looked up in horror and shifted my gaze bit by bit. In mid-air, a crimson moon hung high above the 'brown checkered velvet curtain'. Countless stars had also hung high in the distant sky, almost as if every one of them had also been staring at me.
The abnormal throbbing pain hadn't left. But it had gotten so insignificant, that it was nothing more than the pain I had always endured in battle. I turned around in fluster, my back facing the stars and sky. While sizing up the environment I was in, the sound of lighting striking the sky resounded.
The room itself wasn't very large, with a brown door on the opposite of where I was standing. Close to my left was a low wooden bed. Between the wall with the windows and curtains on it — the wall facing my back and the low wooden bed was a painted wooden closet. Each drawer was open with bunch of random stuff hanging from it — blood-stained clothing, lighters, knives, golden and silver coins with a soft glow in the crimson moonlight.
Facing me directly (behind was the wooden door and the entry to the house) was a mirror with a crack in the middle. Its bottom was made of wood, and the patterns were simple and plain.
I took a slow step forward. Then another. I slowly approached the mirror and with the sweep of my gaze I saw a face staring directly at me.
Black hair that falls over his forehead, with slightly wavy edges. He wore a black linen shirt beneath a dark business vest. Taller than my usual self, though not by much.
His face was ordinary, save for the dark circles beneath his sharp, sea-green eyes. A single small mole seen beside his right nostril and a cracked circular glass resting on his nose.
But that wasn't what caught my attention. A bullet crack.
Right in the center of his forehead.
My stomach twisted. My pulse pounded in my ears.
This was a mirror. That meant—
There's no way I look like that! Is it a magic mirror? No way..... And where am I? How can I be alive with such wounds?
Countless questions arose in my head, and I immediately drew a horrified gasp as I saw my wounds had healed....
My arms... my stomach they had all healed with a scar! And.... the cloth I was wearing matched exactly with the man in the mirror!
Am I still dreaming? But the pain is just too real to be a dream!
It's not like I don't have a hint about what's happening. I've read and watched countless fantasy animes and web novels. But I find it hard to accept it, now that I found myself in one.
I clenched my so tightly, my knuckles turned white — resisting the urge to swear and take my anger out on something.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.... After taking few deep breaths, I waited for the memories of the person I'm possessing to flood in. However, nothing came in... just empty silence. The sound of the clock ticking. 3:49 AM.
This is so not like the web novels I've read! Where's this fool's memories, dammit!
I panicked. I clenched my fists even harder and began to tap my right foot onto the floor.
Tip, top. Tip, top.
While tapping my feet on the floor, a silver revolver's faint glow caught my eye. I bent down and reached for the revolver. Only one bullet remaining in the cylinder. But the bullet had a strange pattern. At first glance, the bullet looks pretty normal. However, if you concentrated: you can see that the bullet is slightly more silver — the silver surface seemed purer, almost reflective. Like a mirror, catching and bending the light. My own sea-green eyes stared back at me in its polished gleam (which was kind of attractive I guess.)
After admiring my own looks and the revolver, I resumed inspecting my environment in the dim crimson moonlight.
Red handprints on the walls and the side of the table on the right side of the wall (directly facing the bed). Its color was deeper than the moonlight and much thicker.
A bloody handprint!
Not only bloody handprints, but there were also huge claw marks on the wall. Random objects swarming around the bloody floor.
A normal person seeing such sight might pass out right away. But I guess, I'm not a normal person. I had seen lot of people die; such sights aren't new to me.
However, that doesn't mean it wasn't too much for me. The abnormal throbbing pain, the sight of a new body, bloody handprints and claw marks were too much for one day!
So, with my eyelids already beginning to defy my will, I barely managed to stroll the low wooden bed and slept the moment my face touched the pillow.