So this is how I die huh?

That’s what I thought when I saw the truck bearing down on me. Of course, the truck just had to have sentience, and be trying to kill one of the last humans alive. Of course. I mean, what else is a truck supposed to do? Deliver goods and smuggled people to different locations? Pfft. As if. But anyways, let me tell you about how the fuck I got in this mess. 

So it was like any other day, walking home from school, and then I was hit by a truck. Or at least, it felt like it. What really happend was me walking into a truck that was at near terminal velocity. Terminal as in deadly.

But strangely enough, I didn’t die. Yay. I think. What I do remember is me waking up in a hospital, with multiple needles and tubes in me. Not that great. But then, i was hit by a truck, and I was alive. Always great.

When I woke up, there was a loud beep, annd then someone came walking in my hospital room. A doctor came walking in. He asked me multiple questions, like do I remember what happened, what year we are in, etc. After a while, he told me that I was in a coma for five fucking years! What the hell!

But before he could say anything else, there was a loud bang, and screaming. Great. The moment I wake up, there’s a mass shooter close by. At least, I think there’s a mass shooter. Being in a coma sure doesn’t help with your eyesight or hearing. Anyways, I try standing up, and I nearly collapse. Not a good sign. I eventually managed to get up, and asked the doctor what was happening. He said it was the truckists. I asked him what he meant, and he replied: “It’s the people who are slaves to the trucks” I had no idea what he meant. Then he left the room.

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I waited a few hours amongst the screams and gunshots, and decided to try and find some food. I sneaked through some corridors with blood smeared on the walls, and found a map. I proceeded to follow the map to the lunch room for employees. I made sure to try and avoid any stomping or shouting along the way.

When I eventually reached the room, I was greeted with the body of the doctor who had told me that I was in a coma for five years. I felt slightly sad, mostly because he was the first person to talk to me after I woke up from my five-year long nap. So I said my farewells, and decided to loot the fridge and cupboards for any swag and food that I could consume. I hadn’t eaten normally for five years, remember? It was all intravenously administered.

I found a sandwich, and proceeded to devour it without any form of regret towards the deceased person whose meal it was. Then I grabbed a few bags, filled them with food, and headed towards my room.

Once I was in my room,  I decided to sort the food into 3 groups: long term, short term, and food that you can eat no matter the century. After that, i locked my doors and windows, and then I laid down on my bed, thought about what I should do tomorrow, and how to survive this crazy thing that was happening to me.

What happened in these five years? Is my family ok? My friends? Yes, I had friends at school, thanks for asking. While worrying, I finally fell asleep, to wake up the next day.