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*Haah…*

"Man, that was tiring, I'm never doing that ever again."

"Aww, come on Hugo, we did well there didn't we, look we even got second."

Said the young man next to him, showing off the prize they got, after applying to a school airsoft tournament, taking 2nd place in the teams.

"Yeah, sure say that after you actually helped next time man." Said the young man Hugo.

"True true, but i still helped didn't I?"

"As a meat shield you did, yep!"

"Asshole.."

After a few more minutes of joking around, the two teenagers, had split up to go back home, saying goodbye to each other.

"My home is that way, I'll see you again tomorrow."

"Aight sure,stay safe."

Said Hugo waving his hand while crossing the road, only to be met with a speeding car.

Hugo, who was able to see what was about to hit him, froze from shock, unable to move he heard a shout from where he came from.

"OI!!! DUMBASS MOVE!!"

Hearing this he was able come back to his senses, jumping back away from the speeding car, but he was too late the car was too fast, his body was sent flying across the road.

With his bones broken, bleeding from the crash, his body bruised all over.

He was still breathing, but losing strength quickly, he then heard his friends voice once again.

"Oi!! You dumbass!! Don't die!! We still have to get first place right?!? Next time right!? Oi Oi Hugo!!"

"I— *urghh*"

Trying to speak Hugo spat out a pool of blood, his vision was darkening, his hearing was getting impaired he was losing warmth, his body getting colder as the minute pass.

"Do-don't speak! I-its Okay Man!! I u-understand yo-you!!" His friend who was trying to talk to him was crying his eyes out.

'Im sorry, I'm glad i had such a good friend…'

Thinking of this he closed his eyes, his heart stopped, No longer beating, the young man named Hugo, Died at the age of 18 as a virgin.

***

In a different place, at the back of the slums, a malnourished boy around the age of 15 was trying to run away.

Turning a corner thinking he lost the adults he gasped for air, looking at the money he stole from them.

*haah… haah…*

"This should be enough to last me a for 2 we—…"

*Gah!!*

Cutting his word short, he was grabbed by his head, and slammed into the floor.

*crack!*

After being slammed hard into the ground, to the point where his forehead started bleeding, and his vision getting blurred.

The hand that grabbed his bead, pulled him up by his hair.

"For a malnourished kid like you to be able to run this far, you're used to this aren't you?"

*crack!*

After the man's word, he was then again slammed into the floor.

"Give us back our money kid."

Unable to hear anything with his ear ringing from the impact, the boy lost consciousness.

"You think I wont beat the shit out of you? Stop your fucking act and speak, Oi!! you think we made this money just by walking around? We risked our lives for this little amount of money, and for you to just try and steal it from us, don't think I'll let you live you brat!"

Before he was about to be slammed into the floor once again, the man holding him was stopped.

"Zeke, stop that if you kill this kid inside the city we'll be in trouble, lets just take the money back and leave, we still have some work to do anyway."

"Tsk…Consider yourself lucky brat!"

***

With the two adult men gone, the boy was left alone in the back of the slums woke up, regaining his senses from hearing to eyesight.

*Gasp!*

"Fuck my head hurts!!"

Grasping his head he felt immense pain, after a few minute the pain subsided, being able to think clearly again, he looked around him, seeing the unfamiliar place he was in, he asked himself.

"Where am I? Im pretty sure i just died…."

Looking around again he saw a mirror, but instead of his reflection, he saw a malnourished kid with dark brown hair, and purple eyes.

Knowing that he's the only one in this place right now he came to a conclusion and asked himself again.

"Is that me? Why do i look so different and malnourished, I look younger too, if thats me then did i take over his body?"

While he was looking at the mirror, he was able to remember a lot of things about the malnourished kid.

He was able to know a few things about the boy, his name, and what this world was.

'Hugo Deihc, i have the same first name as this kid except for the last name,saying his last name is kinda… well whatever, as far as I remember from this body's memories, was that after the series of nuclear explosions both humans and animals had mutated, though I'm unsure of what kind of mutations happened, and other problem which is machines malfunctioning and start attacking humans.'

"Kinda morbid but thats how it goes here, I guess."

Thinking about what this world had in store for him, he felt helpless.

"Shit, this is not what i expected in the afterlife, if this was a dream please just wake me up…"

Thinking aloud, he stood up remembering, the place that the old owner of this body called home.

***

On his way he noticed a tall building in the distance, towering every other buildings next to it.

'That must be the middle part of this city, i wonder if I'll be able to get there…'

Arriving at his destination, it was a shed made out of scraps, seeing this shed he couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

Going inside the shed it was empty, except for cardboard box laid on the floor and a box next to it used as a table at the same time, that was pretty much it.

*sigh*

"As they say, beggars can't be choosers.."

He muttered to himself.

"My body is aching all over, i need some rest"

Saying this he laid down on the floor, as it was already dark outside, he decided to sleep and rest for the night.

— — —

*Yawn…*

Waking up, Hugo sat up from the cardboard bed laid on the floor .

"Thats was not a comfortable sleep, now my back is also aching."he complained

Standing back up he was stretching his body, while he was doing this, his stomach growled.

"I'm hungry… I don't have money to buy food though, should I resort stealing?"

Hugo, who was thinking of just stealing food and running away felt uncomfortable with the thought that came to his mind, but still considered on doing it later.

"Fuck it, I need to eat if i want to survive, even if it means stealing…"

After walking around for a few minute he arrived at the shopping district near the slums, where most of the buildings were made out of concrete walls and floor.

Looking at the stores by the roadside, he spotted a shop, it was a bakery, seeing these newly baked bread, his stomach growled louder.

'Grrrr..'

While his stomach was making a loud sound, the owner of the establishment called out to him.

"Oi kid, you hungry? Take these don't try to steal, just come to me every morning I'll give you food."

Said the old man, handing a bag of bread and a bottle of water.

"Th-thank you, I promise I'll pay you back your kindness." Said Hugo lowering his head.

"Don't worry about it kid, just don't try to steal from people."

Hearing the old man's word he was surprised, so he asked.

"How did you know that i was gonna steal?."

"I've seen a lot getting older, so i guess i just got used to it…"

Replied the man with a solemn smile.

"Anyway get going kid, you're gonna scare away my customers."

"Thank you I'll never forget this, I'll be back for tomorrow too old man."

The old man just replied with his hand, gesturing him to go away.

— — —

Leaving the bakery, he was munching on the bread he was given, thankful that there are people kind enough to help people like him in this place.

'At least i didn't have to steal…' he said inside his head.

"Nhow whaf shoulb i do?" He muttered, still munching on the bread.

Thinking of what to do next he thought of exercising and at least making his body a bit stronger, since right now he looked like a stick.

"I nheed sho worhk ouft." He said still eating the bread.

*cough cough*

Choking on the bread he was eating, he drank some water.

*gulp*

"I should really stop talking while eating…"