Prologue: How I Died.

There I was, laying in the back seat of a taxi bleeding from everywhere. I was on my way to visit my family grave. As I was the only one left. Oh yeah...

What happened was: A year ago at my family's grand Thanksgiving, where all my extended family and girlfriend was, I went out on a run to pick up more drinks from a store 10 minutes away. As I was on my way back I saw a huge explosion somewhere near my family's house.

As I rushed back all I could hope was that everyone was safe. As I turned around the corner of the street I saw it... apparently there was a malfunction with a plane almost as soon as it left the airport. And it crashed into the house where everyone was staying. The fire department, and other emergency people was there.

After that I kinda of lost it. I tried running up to the house and ran past the police who were keeping people back. One of them tackled me to the ground as was trying to say something to me. But I wasn't listening, I punched them and tried running again. I felt something stick into my back and then I passed out.

The next thing I knew I woke up in a cell. They took me to to the police station for assaulting a cop and when they found out that I was the last surviving person of that family and sent me to a psychiatric ward. It took me a while to finally be let out, I was really hurt in the head from losing everyone I cared about at once. The day I was released I called a taxi and had them take me to my family's grave.

As we were going past the airport I looked up and saw the worse possible thing. A helicopter spinning out of control coming straight for me. I couldn't help but think that some Flying Machine God is out to get my family. They got everyone but me last time, and this is just to finish the job.

And thats get to where we are now. Bleeding out at the back of a taxi. With nothing to lose. I close my eyes as I fade away as I died at the age of 19...