1 Me and my problems

- Just a heads up, there a lot of shit that is made up. You dont have to look it up, you wont get accurate results. But... If you have a great grampa with a middle name of Philip, and does not have a left big toe, then he should know EXACTLY what i'm talking about. Enjoy!

My name is Cathrine Jane Joseph. you can call me Cathy, Cate, Cat... call me kitty and you won't wake up tomarow morning. My life these past two days has been crazy and chaotic. Let me explain. I got up to my little brother chasing our poor, inicent dog around. It seemed to be a predetor prey relationship even though our 160 pound dog is twice the size of Izen (little brother). I ignor the wimpering sounds and squeals and get ready for the day. It's my day off and I plan on relaxing... not dealing with this. I go to the kitchen to make pancakes and eggs with lots of kyan pepper mixed into both (for Izen of course). All the sudden I felt a sharp pain in my middle back and I reflexivly try to duck. As it turns out it was just my little brother trying to poke me with a homade weapon of his, thus there was no real threat, but since I ducked the weapon got pushed up into me and peirced my heart. I was dying and I had just enough time to except that. But then I saw what the weapon was, it was a broken toothbrush Ducktaped to a rolling pin! My annoyed and somewhat calm expresion turn into pure anger and embarrassment, then I blacked out and died.

When I woke up it was to a unfamiliar ceiling. To be more exact there was no ceiling at all! I rub my eyes trying to get my bearings. I was lying in a dark ally full of shit and urine, there was a stab wound on my heart that was slowly healing and there was a bloody throwing knife slowly loosening itself from my chest. The streets on both sides were lightly traveled making it hard to call for help, had there be any danger... It was perfect for me because this way no one sees me before I can figure out what is going on. So then back to organising my thoughts!

- I am in someplace new, looks like the aceint times where sewage pipes and proper disposal systems weren't a thing.

- I got killed by my little brother.

- My body was healing injuries at a visible rate, from a knife wound?

- Hmmmmmmm...

- Did I reincarnate? OMG! I reincarnated!

- Forget that... Based on the wounds and position of my body, the previos owner must have been assasinated. I should probably cover my face when im out and about...

With that cate got up, grabbed the throwing knife that the assassin hadn't bothered to pick up, ( probably because it was covered in shit ) and tucked it into a small pocket in her dress that was probably meant for makeup. Then she staggered towards the main road after covering her face with shit as a disguise.

She was suprised when she got out of the ally at how gloomy the place was. Almost all the buildings were rotten or burnt, and even the two buildings that made up the ally were severely damaged ny fire and mold. She decided to follow the main road till she met either got out of the destroyed city or until she finds a place to clean up.