Title:           The world after #1
Author:          GrandDragonOP
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/GqjZb6mY
First Edit:      Wednesday 17th of June 2015 10:35:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 18th of June 2015 08:54:54 PM CDT

>As the world slowly turns into a blacken void. Pain and agony leave your once thriving body. Silence fills your brain, as you slowly fall into a never ending slumber...
>Sleep is the ultimate relief...
>Sleep, is all that remains...
>Death. Death is sacred among all else in this twisted world of lies.
>Death... Death is the new beginning.
>But it is also the last ending... There is nothing more after death. It's almost, tragic to think about it.
>Nothing else to look forward to, just. Emptiness.
>However... There is something more to death. More then one should know about...
>Something past the cold clutches of the void... Hope...
>For you see, Death may be the end. But life always shines on through.
>So... What will it be for you?
>Will you stay here in the void? Sleeping soundly. Never to be awakened?
>Or do you choose the light shining at the end of the tunnel? A boon opening up its arms glowing with potential.
>What will it be Anon... What shall it be?
 
>You are Anon.
>And you have just died... Fucking wonderful ain't it?
>Anyways, You're probably wondering who, what, where, when, why, and how you ended up dying on this fateful day...
>well... To summarize this in a nice giant bundle...
 
>Is was roughly 12:05 in the afternoon, the sky was cloudy, but clear enough for the sun to penetrate through, and shine down upon the citizens below.
>The temperature was roughly in the 30's, but the cool wind from the north keep it nice and cool throughout the evening.
>Traffic was running smoothly, and people where coming and going from place to place...
>The buses however... They where running late... Very, very late...
>And you just so happened to be on one of those bus... Being very, very late for work...
 
"Fucking wonderful... First day on the job, and I'm going to be late for it... Jesus Christ, might as while not bother showing up at this rate."
>"SCCCREEECCCHHH"
"GAHH WHAT THE HELL!"
>You fly forward, nearly bashing your face off of the fucking thing where you but your money and shit into. The, fucking cash thingy? I don't know, it looks fucking stupid.
>And god knows what just happened outside of the bus. We might have hit something.
>Or, Someone...
>"Is everyone alright?"
>Mumbles are heard from the crowd of people surrounding you on the bus.
>A few of them seem alright. But there's one guy in the corner who smacked his head off of one of the seats on the bus.
>He wasn't bleeding or anything. But you could imagine the pain that was going through his head.
>Literally.
"I think everyone is alright. There's a minor injury in the back, but everyone else seems to be fine."
>A sight of relief escapes the bus drivers mouth.
>"Thank goodness. At least no one on here got seriously injured.
>You seize in place at the response he gave.
"On, here? Was there someone injured? Did you hit someone?"
>You start to worry about the possibilities of what might have occurred
>"No, thankfully. We didn't hit anyone, but..."
"But what?" You ask frantically
>"Someone else did..."
 
“Oh god… This can’t be happening…”
>A slight whimper among the crowd of people is heard throughout the entire bus. Knowing that someone just outside the haul of the bus might have been killed in an accident.
>You turn your attention back towards the bus driver to see if you can get any intel on the accident that has taken place.
>At the same time, you're attempting to hold back the tears that are slowly sliding down the sides of your face.
“What’s happening out there?
>The driver turns his head towards you.
>”From what I can see, A young man was hit by a van while crossing the street.”
>A gasp escapes from your mouth.
“I-Is he alright?”
>The driver mumbles.
>”By the looks of it, he seems to be doing just fine. Couldn’t have been hit that hard is he's still walking around.
>A jolt of utter relief is sent down your entire body.
“Thank god he’s alright.” You replied. “At least there’s a positive towards all of this…”
>The driver replies. “And what would that be?”
>You soft giggle to yourself.
“At least we all have an excuse for being late for work now.”
>A burst of laughter is heard from the back of the bus, as people, old and young, are heard and seen busting a gut at your response.
>The drivers laughs, “HA! Well what do yeah know, there is a positive after all”
 
>After the said and done event was over, you decided to get off the bus, seeing how walking would prove to be much faster than waiting for the incident to be over so that the buses can get back to their late ass travel schedules.
>As you walk along by the accident, you can see the man who was hit in the crosswalk.
>From what the bus driver said, he was indeed doing fairly alright for a man who got creamed by a fucking van.
>Speaking of the said van. There seems to be very little damage to the front of it, which is a good sign for both of them. It must have been traveling no more than twenty at best, which is why the poor lad is still standing upright.
>The driver however, he’s not doing all that well.
>He wasn’t injured or anything… But he was arrested, probably a DUI, or texting while driving. Either way, he got what he deserves for nearly killing a man.
>You mumble under your breath.
“Fucking moronic cunt. I hope he gets what’s comin to him.”
>After the whole incident, you continue your relentless journey to work, praying to god you don’t get fucked in the ass by your new boss, for being so god damn late.
>At least you have a legitimate excuse for being late.
 
>You wonder what your boss has in store for you once you arrive for work. What kind of rant he’s going to indulge you with.
 
>”ANON! WHY ARE YOU LATE FOR WORK!”
>You smirk and giggle at his tyrant reaction.
“I’m terrible sorry sir, But there was an accident downtown today, a young man was creamed by a van, while attempting to cross the street.
>The tension in his eyes dies down, like the raging fire burning in his heart.
>”You were in that accident?” He relies. “Are you alright?”
>You quickly respond.
“I am completely fine sir, but traffic was heavily backed up because of it, the buses were delayed majorly and I had to wait a seeming long time for the traffic to clear up, before continuing onward with my daily route.”
>You mumble under your breath…
“Even though I totally didn’t leave home late to begin with, and that I ended up walking here anyways.”
>Your boss eases up.
>”Well… I can’t get mad at you for being late then, seeing how it was traffic related and all.
>A sigh of joy escapes from between your lips.
“Well sir, to be honest with you. There was a positive to being late.”
>Your boss glares at you with a confused look.
>”And what would that be?”
>Kek
“DEEZ NUTS! HA! GOTTEM!”
>Your boss then processed to bash your skull in with his fist at your dumbass response, while screaming on top of his lungs.
>”GO BACK TO /pol/ YOU FAGGOT!”
 
>You start to laugh at the thought of your bossing beating the shit out of you.
“Hahaha… I am so fucking fired aren’t I?”
 
>After walking for what seems to be hours, you finally made it to work. Only to
 discover that the store. Wasn’t even open...
“Don’t fucking tell me it’s closed!?”
>Your face beings turning a bright red, as your anger boils about the recommended levels.
“This is just fucking fantastic! I Spent over three fucking hours trying to get to this shitty place, and it’s fucking closed!?”
>You shake your fist an utter rage!”
“Curse you Radio shack! Curse you to HELL!”
>Some teenage boys witness your fit of absolute rage, and begin to laugh and giggle at your total mental breakdown.
>One of the boys pipes up.
>”Hey dude! what’s the matter? Did your mommy lock you out of your house!”
>They all start chuckling like mad men.
>”Yeah dweeb! did your mommy forget to give you the keys you big baby!
>ufokinwotm8
“WHO SAID THAT!?”
>”uhhh”
“WHICH ONE OF YOU BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKERS JUST SAID THAT SHIT!?”
>Oh shit son, they gonna die now.
 
>”Dude, chill out man. It was a joke.
>You scowl at the boys.
“A joke… A JOKE!?”
>the boys start backing away, frightened by the dread in your voice.
“DO YOU KNOW, WHO I AM!?”
>The boy’s shake their heads in responses.
“Umm, no. Should we?
>Oh no… Now they’ve done it.
“I AM AN EMPLOYEE AT RADIO SHACK! AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS HERSEY! AND INSOLENTS!
>The boys begin to cower in fear, as you start walking towards them.
>”D-Dude… chill out man, W-Were sorry we upset you. P-Please don’t hurt us!”
>You slowly walk towards them, taking off your belt in the process, and raising it above your head like a cat-o-nine tails.
“I’M A FUCKING BELT YEAH LITTLE RUNTS IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE!”
>The boys cry in fear.
>”W-WHERE SORRY!”
>The boys immediately take your warning in consideration, and quickly escape your rain of terror, before you could strike down justice upon them.
“That’s right! You better run!”
>As the boys quickly run down the street with their tails between their legs, you quickly lower your hands, and slowly put your belt back around your waist, as you grumble some “choice” words.
“Fucking teenagers…”
 
>After your wonderful explosion of rage. You decided to call your boss to see what was going on, and ask why the store was closed.
>”Hello?”
“Hello? is this… Mr hooves?”
>”Yes it is, What can I do for you today?”
“Yeah, Hi. My name is Anonymous or Anon if you may. I’m one of the many citizens who was hired to work at Radio Shack downtown, and I was wondering if you could quickly explain on why it was closed for?
>”Ahh! So it was you walking down the street. Late for the first day on the job eh?”
>Oh shit, how does he know this...
“I-I beg your pardon?”
>”Don’t play dumb with me young man, I seen you walking down the street in those khaki’s on. I could see you from a mile away.”
>Great… You mumble to yourself.
“Well… Sir, I can explain…”
>”No need to explain yourself kid, I already know why you’re late. It’s the same reason I’m late.
“huh?” you reply. “What are you saying”
>”Remember that guy who got hit earlier this morning at the crosswalk.”
>How could you forget, you were there on the bus when it happened.
“Yeah, what does this have to do with it anyways?”
>He starts to chuckle.
>”Well yeah see kid, I was that guy.”
 
>A sudden gasp escapes from your ever widening mouth, as you frantically panic at the response your boss just gave.
“Jesus Christ! Are you alright!? How bad was it!? Where you bleeding!? Where their any broken bones!?”
>A hardy laugh comes from his mouth.
>”Ahh I’m fine kid, Just some minor cuts and bruises, nothing major thankfully. The guy who hit me was only going about fifteen, so the blow I received was nothing to sneeze at.”
>”As for the bastard who hit me. he was arrested for texting while driving, and failure to yield at a crosswalk.”
>You chuckle softly.
“Well, the fucker deserves it, teaches him to pay attention to the road, rather than his cell phone.”
>You crack a smile.
“At least you’re alright. Can’t say I wouldn’t be upset knowing that my boss got creamed by a van while going to work.”
>He laughs once more.
>”Can’t stay I wouldn’t agree with you! I would also be upset if I got creamed with a van to. Oh wait, I DID! HA!”
>”Good thing it was lightly whipped to! HAHAHA!”
>Your sides begin to hurt from laughing at his amazing responses.
“Oh man, Mr hooves. You are something else sir. You are indeed something else.”
>He chuckles once more.
>”Well yeah see boy, I would have been something else today. I would have been dead! HAHAHAHAHA!”
>Your sides are going to fly off at this point.
“Jesus fucking Christ… I’m gonna piss myself from laughing so hard!”
>He pipes up again.
>”Best get some duct tape to stop the leaks then! HAHAHA!”
 
>Good lord… You need to end this conversation soon. Your sides won’t be able to handle another joke.
“Anyways Mr hooves sir… What is going to happen with the store today?”
>He quickly responses to your needy question.
>”What do yeah think is gonna  happen? The store is going to remain close until I arrive to open it?”
>You sigh in disappointment.
“And when will you be arriving?”
>He chuckles once more.
>”Well, it won’t be today! that’s for damn sure! I did get hit by a van after all. Paramedics insist I stay in the hospital to be checked over.”
>He does have a point...
“So… When will you be back here Mr hooves?”
>He loosens up his throat.
>”Please kid, call me Doc. I prefer Doc over ‘Mr hooves’. Makes me think I’m in a James bond movie or something.
>You crack yet another smile.
“Doc eh? Well then Doc. What happens now?”
>Doc chuckles once again at your silly question.
>”Well, if you want to stay there and keep the store company, you’re more than welcome to!” Otherwise, you can just head on home if yeah like.”
>”I’ll let you know when the store is open again for business. Until then, I probably won’t be down there for at least  a couple of days or so. Got to claim my insurance and all that wonderful crap, might take some time.”
>You sigh in relief about the whole ordeal. But upset that you came all the way down here for nothing.
“Well alright then, take care of yourself Doc. I’m gonna head home.”
>”Well, you take care of yourself then Kid. Oh, one more thing I want to mention.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“And what would that be Doc?”
>He gives a hardy laugh.
>”Don’t wear those god awful Khakis to work ever again okay?”
>You giggle at his demands.
“Alright Doc, whatever you want man.”
>He sighs in joy.
>”Hehehe. Well, I’m off to get checked over by the nurses now. Talk to you later kid.”
“Talk to you soon to Doc.”