Bandages

It's normal for a writer to want to take a break from their main stories and branch off to try new ones right? Well, I decided to take a breather and try a bit of fun with a manga I happen to adore: AJIN.

Does anyone know of that manga? It isn't popular but it's incredibly, ultimately BADASS.

Go. Read. It.

Nuff said.

How far will I go with this story? Well, it's going to be one of those pieces of writings I use when I want a break so updates will be inconsistent ^^.

Ajin: Ajin are humans that cannot die. Seventeen years ago, they first appeared on a battlefield in Africa. From then on, more of their kind are discovered within the human society. Their rarity in appearance means that, for experimental purposes, the government will generously reward anyone who captures one.

It was so fast she didn't even have the time for her body to register the pain.

Light flashed in front of her, blinding her eyes for a split second, the roaring blare of the horn as the front rim of the truck smashed into her body.

Among the clamor and chaos, time slowed and she began to process the pain.

Bones fractured.

Ribs broken off and stuck out of her sides.

Head crushed in spattered pieces.

Arms and lower limbs smashed together.

Neck snapped and bent at an unnatural angle.

Spine obliterated.

Both femurs and ankles ripped from their tendons and now hung in limp suspension, the flesh was the only thing holding them together.

Pelvis cracked.

Collarbones busted and sticking up out of her jugular.

Nose smashed to the side, eyes permanently damaged.

All in all, she was dead.

…

She was suppose to be dead.

J

Hello, I don't really have what you guys call a name but you can call me J, that okay with you?

No, not Jay, not Jayjay, and certainly not f*cking Jane. Just J.

Got it?

Good.

Bottom line is, I got hit and demolished by some f*cking fruit truck and now I'm dead.

I, a twenty-two year old who was about to graduate with her Masters, got hit by a f*cking fruit truck.

Let me explain myself, I just passed a milestone in my life at the top of my class and a degree in business with a promising position from the CEO of the largest company in the nation and I'm dead.

You better not be laughing, it's not funny.

Graduating and dead by twenty-two…

I'm not crying. I'm promise I'm not crying. See? See that little itty-bitty liquid-like substance coming out of the corner of my eye?

It's those onion-cutting ninjas at work again.

You want to know how I died?

Well then, strap on and buckle your seatbelts and bring your barf bags kiddies, we're going on an M-rated adventure so don't tell your mommies.

Promise?

Good.

Now, where do I begin?

A/N: Feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Is the formatting too weird? If so, please tell me and i'll consider changing it. ^^

Thank you for reading!