1 Young Prodigy

"Damn it Hugo, I told you not to put salt in the mixture, it's just some useless liquid now" Ronald said infuriated.

    I picked the mixture up and took a sip, "it sure does taste good though, kind of like freshly salted tuna" I said with a chuckle.

    Ronald looked at me with shock and said "don't drink it, what if some reaction made it toxic to consume. You never follow the safety protocol."

    I looked at Ronald and laughed "I went over every possible reaction that this mixture could have had and nothing makes it toxic" I said wiping a tear from my eye.

    "When did you have time to do that?" Ronald asked confused.

    "I do have a brain you know and list of ingrediants" I said with a little smile.

    "Did you remove the antimatter capsule?" Ronald asked.

    I looked at him "now lets see what antimatter does to a human when ingested" I said with a serious tone.

Ronald looked at me in disbelief, he tried to shrug it off as a joke but knew that I might be serious.

I began to shake violently, then began coughing up blood, my hair turned to white, then I stopped breathing.

    Ronald looked shocked then began to panic and called 911. By the time the ambulance arrived I was pronounced dead.

    Hugo Lenard Boman, died January 18, 2086 at age 18, cause organ failure.

I was dead, the doctors were unable to do anything.

As a corpse I found it weird that I was capable of thought, I laid there unaware of what is happening around me, no senses were working. My brain was all that worked.

    I woke up in a dark, tight space. The first thing I noticed was a sharp pain in my abdomen, something was sizzling and smelled like burning flesh. I tried to turn to see where I was, I didn't like the darkness.

    "Am I in the morg?" I thought to myself.

    I tried to kick the ends of the space but they felt kind of soft at first but then solid, and the noise it made didn't sound like metal "wood?" I thought.

    It was starting to get difficult to breath, I started taking small shallow breaths to conserve oxygen, and limited my energy use to thinking of a solution out of here. This little space was hot and moist "a coffin?" I thought.

    I pushed the top and it moved a little, but I was unable to open it with force. I let out a big sigh in my head "damn it Ronald, I told you to burn me, now I'm a  damned zambie" I said in my head.

    I gathered all the strength I could in the limited space and punched the top, with a thump and a crunch, I screamed as my hand broke, but the coffin had a big hole in it now. Dirt began to seep in slowly and air was starting to grow scarce. 

My hand began to sizzle and the pain faded slowly as the bones popped back into place. My hand was good as new, I ignored it for now and punched the coffin again to make the hole big enough for me to climb out of, and this time my hand didn't break as badly, it healed back to normal as quickly as last time. The hole was big enough for me to crawl through, and I began to slowly dig my way out with ease.

I reached the top in no time, when my hand finally popped out from the top I realized it was hot outside, posing the question "How long have I been dead?"

I quickly pulled myself out completely, I saw people standing next to a coffin shocked to see a man rising from his grave.

I patted myself down to remove the lingering dirt and was shocked to feel a muscular build that I didn't have before. I looked at the shocked people "sorry to interrupt the funeral, please carry on" I said then ran for it surprisingly fast.

My clothes were a little small on me, which led me to believe I wasn't this big when I was buried. I kept running, but didn't recognize anything around me. the sun really bothered me, likely do to being in darkness for a long time.

I came to a halt when I spotted a man working on his car, he had some muscle but looked old.

I walked up to him, not tired out at all "excuse me sir, do you need help with your van?" I asked politely.

He turned around and looked at me "goodness gracious boy, you're filthy" he said.

I looked at him with a smile "a friend of mine got mad and threw me out in the middle of nowhere, and I don't have a phone to call someone. I was wondering if you would be willing to give me a ride if I helped you fix your van?" I said politely.

He looked at me and smiled "what a nice young lad, I'll give you a ride if you could help" he said while laughing.

I looked at his van and quickly found the issue then fixed it, "there, your van should be good as new sir" I said with a smile.

The man looked at me with a smile "so where to kid?" He asked loudly.

"To my school, it's off interstate 26 sir, it's a university" I said, still smiling like a fool.

He looked at me "so you're a smart one, no problem I'll take you" he said.

I climbed in, his van smelled nice as if it was brand new, "sir, is this a new van?" I asked.

He looked at me "I got this car at a discount, they said it was a lemon car or something" he said.

"That makes sense, a lemon car means it's new but has a problem, you should probably ask what the problem is sir" I said.

"Thanks for the advice, let's head off now" the man said with a smile.

The car started up without a problem and we were off to school.