EDIT of chapter one. It's been expanded a little and somethings are added and reduced. Not sure if this chapter is better or the earlier one. I will keep the earlier chapter as another story or such.

Have you ever wished for another chance? A chance to start everything from the beginning? To wipe your slate clean and work for a better future? Rebirth, transmigration, reincarnation, isekai...whatever it is?

Good for you.

But Alex never wanted this chance. To find yourself in a new world was something he had never wished for. To him, these rebirth, transmigration and the whole genre was supposed to be just that. A genre. Something in books. Something to read when bored. Personally, he never liked this fictional idea. People finding themselves in another world and conquering the whole world. Becoming the strongest while earning the affection of numerous women, from so-called Loli's to Mature women. Oh, it was entertaining, that couldn't be denied. But he always found the idea dangerous. What was to stop the 'chance' from delivering you to a world where children were trained as Assassins? Or a world where mythical figures could destroy half of the universe, you included, with a snap? Maybe a world where monsters walked besides you? It was all based on luck. Something you couldn't control. And he hated this.

To many people this might be the best thing ever happened. To him, it wasn't worse than a curse. As far as he knew, shouldn't the transmigrator's be the otaku's or the unemployed useless scums who manage to save a child or the gamer's who were stupid enough to answer suspicious questions on the internet or people who found themselves betrayed or maybe even the lucky scum who saved gods child?

He definitely wasn't one of them. He had a good settled life. He had graduated from a top ranking university with great marks. He had been immediately hired by a large MNC and was settled with a well paying job. He even had a promotion coming up where he would be transferred to Japan. He didn't have any loans or debts. He even had a girlfriend of few months, and both of them were doing great. A marriage in near future was definitely a great possibility. So why was he here? One moment he was alive typing a sales report for reverse GST, the next he was dead and leaving what he assumed was womb. He had a perfect future. And now all of it was destroyed.

Why?

God knows. It can even be his idea of fun. An average joe struggling in a new world. And god knows, if it was a time travel, a parallel world or even a dump in one of those fictitious worlds.

But whatever it definitely wasn't Alex's idea of fun.

Being a baby was difficult. Being a normal baby who didn't have a soul of a 25 year old was even more difficult. Being a baby had its own set of problems. Problems which couldn't go away. Your only hope was to do your best and cross that humiliating phase of your life.

And this was not just about the toilet issues or embarrassment which comes when you are getting breast fed. It's not like you can do anything against this. Your muscles are barely strong enough to move. Your higher cognitive functions are blocked. Even opening your eyes takes so much effort. Even then all you can see is blurry images. Your memory acts like a fickle lover, one moment it's there and the next it's not.

In words of Alex being a baby was shit. He could imagine why babies cried all the time. Even he would, and he was 25.

And possibly for the first time he appreciated how forgetful our memories can be. He could definitely do away with these.

As months passed by his senses grew. Most of his day was spending in the crib cursing Gods and whatever omnipotent being sat up in the heavens. When you find yourself in a new body, you have to start believing in higher powers. His hours were spent like a philosopher. Questioning his existence, pondering the creation of the Universe, questioning the meaning of life, and questioning Science. Between these were bouts of tearful remembrance as he recalled memories of his previous life. Relationship with his parents and his blooming love for his girlfriend. He cried for things he had to leave behind.

And possibly the only benefit of being a baby. You can cry as much as you want and nobody cares. And maybe the frighteningly short term memory. Sometimes you just don't want to spend time crying over your past. It was a rather contradictory feeling. The wish to hate somebody but you can't.

One thing which made these depressed moments bearable was his sister and mother. As if she was a telepathic, his sister would immediately hug him when he was depressed. It was rather sweet and heartening. Most of the time his gloom would vanish when he was hugged. It was hard to say how she looked. He didn't have anything to compare with. But she was rather cute. Already wisp of bright golden hairs could be seen on her top.

As for his mother. She was beautiful. He had seen supermodels in his previous life and his mother wouldn't fall behind one. She didn't have that artificial body, but a natural grace which just seemed to make her look ever more beautiful. Like his sister, she had fair skin and golden hairs. She would spend a great amount of time in their room singing them songs and telling them stories.

The songs and stories were not in any language he had ever heard. But it's not like he knew them all. The language itself was like English, but at the same time not. Words were different and accents were too.

As months passed by he had finally figured out where or atleast what era he was in. The clothes which were straight out of a medieval fair was his first revelation. Unless everyone here was a cosplayer, the clothes were a big give away. And after this he started noticing other inconsistencies. The architecture was different. It was no bricks or concrete but stones and carved walls. The whole room was lit by oil lamps and no LEDs or Bulbs. For warmth, a large brazier in the corner of the room was lit and maintained. No heaters or ACs. But probably the biggest thing was the lack of smartphones. No one was messaging anyone or taking baby pictures for instagram likes.

Over a period of time, he also noticed the guards. The guards themselves were wearing a mix of steel and leather armor. Their weapons were probably steel.

But he couldn't put a finger on the exact timeline. It was definitely the middle ages and probably after the tenth century. Construction of such castles had only begun around the 10th century. He couldn't guess any more. He was an economics student not a historian. His only saving grace were the history lessons in school which had covered the European Wars, revolutions and such.

He could only cry on his luck. Medieval period or even renaissance era wasn't exactly a time of peace and comfort. Wars were aplenty and innovation was lacking. He would miss the simple comforts of things such as showers or hot water.

Time passed by and slowly it was a year since his birth. He had already started walking a few months ago. It was hard to give a proper time period as a baby's sense of time was disconcerting. The body didn't follow any fixed pattern and was highly susceptible to urges. Talking of walking, he at least could walk without support. His sister had taken this as a challenge and was doing her best. She could walk, but her spatial awareness was rather lacking. Her sense of balance would go haywire rather often. But she was often happy with the outcome. He personally believed that the only reason she learnt to walk was to stick close to him. She would often start crying if he was taken away by his maids or mother. Funnily, he didn't find her clingy.

He had also started speaking. Nothing much, but just a few words here and there. His word was mamma, which had disappointed his father very much. But what was he expecting? He rarely stayed at the castle and was out most of the time. His grandfather was a frequent visitor. Although his body was frail and looked like that even wind would blow it over, he would always try to visit us. Although as of late, it has become more and more infrequent.

His sister's first words were something in the vein of 'brother.' His mother found this hilarious. Since then his sister would spend hours babbling in the mystical language of children. He could only sense what she was trying to say. But maybe it was because of how open she was. It was really simple to read her facial expressions and guess the emotions.

He finally learnt his name. Jaime Lannister. He liked it. But for god's sake he couldn't figure out why it felt familiar. It was a week later when he learnt his sister's name that the hidden memories came rushing in. He was in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire or as the plebs say, Game of Thrones.

So yes, he was in a world full of backstabbing batshit bastards. A world with zombies and Dragons. A world without internet and mobile. He was more depressed about the latter than the former. He personally felt that at least his priorities were right.

Although being Jaime sucked.

Why in the name of God was he Jamie Lannister?

Maybe it was God's idea of fun. Seeing an average guy struggle and get grinded into pieces between the large millstone called politics, zombies and dragons.

The best part? His memories of the series were rather sketchy. He had read the whole series around 2011 or 2012? It was just after the first season had ended. Except for a few major incidents he didn't remember much. But he did know that Lannister's would get absolutely fucked up, courtesy of Cersei and yours truly. And that didn't help a bit.

Knowing that you and your sister were going to fuck up everything and die was not something he felt happy to know about. Oh, he did know a few large death flags. But even if not for them, the world was already moving towards an implosion. Everything was slowly getting into place and the kegs were just waiting for a tiny spark to lit the fuse.

Everything was going down a path to doom. As for the zombie crisis and it's escape? He recalled reading how the dragon queen went insane and burned everything up. And this was in the television series. Not the book. Martin was not even halfway through in the books. Which world was this? He doubted that his future knowledge could even play a role. You had the raven controlling from the back, and other shady guys seeing this world as a stage and people as a puppet.

All he could think was,

'All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players.'

And this never felt any more truer.

I should be posting a new chapter i.e chapter 5 soon. The rest three chapters will follow this same format.

Good Day.