1 Prologue - Destination?

Prologue - Destination?

Oh, where to start the story? Well, let's start from the very beginning, but only briefly.

My name is George. Born and raised in the sunny Krasnodar Territory.

My appearance is as follows: height - meter ninety-three, dark brown, unruly hair that always stands straight up, as if I had been electrocuted. Brown eyes, thick eyebrows, a neat nose and warm lips.

And yesterday I turned eighteen. An extremely important date in a person's life. I celebrated it accordingly.

And today, returning home, with a small headache, he died.

No, I was not hit by a car-chan, since I am not an idiot and always look around.

I didn't save the girl from the truck-san, because there are a lot of girls, and Georgy is the only one with my mother.

Okay, seriously, saving idiots is a thankless task, and at the same time risking your skin ... 

Okay, I won't make you wait. It means that this would be the case.

Cool breeze. The sun hid behind the clouds. Puddles all around...

In general, a standard winter in the Kuban.

I walk, or rather swim towards the bus stop.

I sit on the bus next to the driver. The back seats were already taken, but there was no desire to stand.

Somewhere in the middle of the road, in front of the bus was a loaded trailer with logs. Exactly like in the same movie.

Yes, in that moment I remembered the moment from the destination with these logs.

There was a bad premonition, and the hair on the ass began to stir.

Obviously an unkind sign, but where to go, do not jump out.

So the ride continued and I almost got to my stop, but…

These fucking logs really fell out on the road. At that moment, my heart almost stopped.

Our driver, remembering the mother of the driver of the timber truck, masterfully drove around the logs. But I didn't have time to rejoice when a rebar, about one and a half meters long, fell out of the timber truck and pierced the windshield of the bus at high speed.

Well, at the same time I was along with the chair through and through, almost touching my grandfather behind.

What did I feel at that moment? Well, there was almost no pain. Consciousness was flooded with pure fear and horror. Fear of seeing a piece of iron protruding from the center of my chest. And the horror of the fact that he wanted to inhale oxygen, but could not. Panic literally consumed me, and my body was paralyzed.

Thoughts about what will happen after death tormented the mind. Is there a God? Satan? Or maybe reincarnation? Or I'll just fall asleep forever, and my "I" will go out like a candle.

I feared the latter the most. I would rather be glad to be among the devils in the cauldron or the icy lake Cocytus. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that I will exist.

Consciousness was slowly getting out of control. No matter how I tried to resist, it was clearly stronger than me.

The last thing I saw was the driver slapping me on the cheeks and onlookers filming the scene on the phone.

Now I understand that if I were offered to exchange my life for the lives of others, I would agree without even thinking.

One man. Ten. A hundred. A thousand or a million.

I didn't care and it's scary.

Once I was asked. What am I most afraid of?

Fear of spiders? Serpent? Heights? Maybe death?

Then I couldn't answer...

But now I can responsibly state that my biggest fear is the unknown."