WAKE UP
A voice would tell me to wake up, my eyes opened and I have no memories about myself. No name, no age, nothing. I stood up from the ground to find myself in a destroyed city with laser marks everywhere, the streets were filled with bodies. I tried to think of what could’ve done this.
As I’m walking, I almost tripped on some broken concrete, then all of a sudden my body moved super fast through the city only to be stopped by building in the way. I screamed in agony from all the pain my body was experiencing, the pain stopped in seconds and I quickly realised that my blood is purple, some of my blood would form into tiny cubes. I was amazed and terrified of it, my wounds began to heal. I now question what I am. I go into the distance out of the city to live a normal life and named myself Peter Cube.
Two years later I now live in an apartment building by myself, I work at a convenient store as a cashier, many people would ask me how my eyes were purple but I didn’t know how. I became friends with Jack, a customer that always order the same thing everyday. We hangout at the skatepark hoping to see someone stack and hurt themselves.
As I’m restocking the shelves in the store, a man came in with a gun and told me to give him money. I refused and so the man grabbed a customer and pointed the gun at her head, he threatened me again and ask for the money, I walked towards the cash register and got the money out, the man yelled at me to hurry up. I gave him the money and fired a warning shot near my foot so I wouldn’t follow him. The lady thanked me and offered to me some of her money, I politely refused and gave her a free drink.
As I’m walking, I almost tripped on some broken concrete, then all of a sudden my body moved super fast through the city only to be stopped by building in the way. I screamed in agony from all the pain my body was experiencing, the pain stopped in seconds and I quickly realised that my blood is purple, some of my blood would form into tiny cubes. I was amazed and terrified of it, my wounds began to heal. I now question what I am. I go into the distance out of the city to live a normal life and named myself Peter Cube.
Two years later I now live in an apartment building by myself, I work at a convenient store as a cashier, many people would ask me how my eyes were purple but I didn’t know how. I became friends with Jack, a customer that always order the same thing everyday. We hangout at the skatepark hoping to see someone stack and hurt themselves.
As I’m restocking the shelves in the store, a man came in with a gun and told me to give him money. I refused and so the man grabbed a customer and pointed the gun at her head, he threatened me again and ask for the money, I walked towards the cash register and got the money out, the man yelled at me to hurry up. I gave him the money and fired a warning shot near my foot so I wouldn’t follow him. The lady thanked me and offered to me some of her money, I politely refused and gave her a free drink.
