My body is a ruin, bones crushed, blood pouring from a dozen gashes, and bone protrudes from the shoulder where it shouldn't.
"Wyatt!" My mother shouts, and I can see from my one still usable eye that she is fine. If she wasn't fine, then me pushing her out of her way would have been for nothing.
I hear sirens growing closer, but still too far away. "I'm Dead," I say to myself, my mother only hears a gurgle as I drown in my own blood. Poor mother, I wish she didn't have to witness this. At least she will have my brothers to comfort her.
Darkness overwhelms me, coldness takes my body as my soul leaves this world.
"Man," I grumble. "I didn't even get to have sex yet."
No pearly gates greeted me, nor a land of brimstone and hellfire to see me punished for eternity. Only a dark void, cold but not freezing, my senses failed me for no light could be seen, no smell to be experienced. Like a great ocean, I floated in the abyss doing nothing. I kept myself occupied by remembering the lives of my hero, their flaws and feats of greatness. Ceaser's wars in Gaul or the civil war against his countrymen, Alexander's relentless blitz across the Persian empire, and Napoleon's many wars against all of Europe. Many more stories filled my mind as I thought about what made these people great, or what led to their downfall.
Time passed by, hours, days, months, even, there was no way to tell in this boring void.
Right as my wits were finally abandoning me from the unending boredom of this plane, a bright light appeared in the distance. Taking my chances, I swam at full power until I reached the light. Unexpectedly, I banged into the light as if it were a wall and was repulsed away.
"Ow!" I grimace, expecting to feel a bruise forming on my forehead where I impacted, but there was none.
Staring for a moment, thinking of a potential alternative, I decided this isn't the time for some grand strategy. Once again, I throw myself at the light, only to be forced back, but I feel something start to give, a bolt loosening. Twice more, I repeat this process, little by little, the wall starts to relent, give in to my attacks.
Further back than before, I attempt to gain as much speed and power as possible, with a Smack I ram into the light. But I am not repulsed; instead, I am engulfed by the light, and for a moment, it is blinding.
"waaaaaa" I hear a crying sound, but I can't tell where it's coming from. All my senses return to me at once, disorienting me after so long without them.
"kavunaso jihiru ozipod eladigaw" Breathless words speak but I don't understand the language.
"What?" I try to ask, but all I hear is more crying,
Then it dawns on me, I am the one who is crying.
My eyes adjust to the blinding light. I'm in a room, barren except for a fireplace, a window blockaded by a shutter, and a bed in which a woman lies drenched in sweat and barely lucid.
I try to shout at these random people to ask where I am, but only more cries come from my mouth. My arms flail uselessly in the air, but they can't be my arms because there's no muscle, no toning from hours spent working them out. The same goes for my legs, squat and fatty, they can't belong to me either.
"Oh no," I look down at my body to confirm my suspicions.
My body is short, plump from fat, and covered in blood already being wiped away by another woman. I've been reborn into another world, a primitive world, by the looks of the room.