The girl sprinting towards him was at first a blessing, in his eyes. Another person, another human. Someone who possibly held answers to the billions of questions running through his mind. Heâd only just remembered throwing ones hand back and forth in the air was an appropriate greeting. As he did so, the other kind of humanâs face came into clearer focus. It read with emotions of fear and panic. The closer she came, the less he wanted to be near her. His suspicions of her came to life when she tackled him to the ground, the leaves of her coverage tangling with his. She attempted to punch and slap at his face and body, but his surprise overpowered his ability to feel pain. When she struck his shoulder, ripples of agony rushed through him. The extent of his fall hadnât come without consequences.Â
To defend himself from further suffering, the young man struck back at the girlâs face, sending her to the brown Earth with a thud. He pinned her to the ground, pressing the weight of his own legs against hers. His fists made repeated contact with her face until it was red, either stinging in pain or from the blood seeping from it. Her scream surrounded them, but the cries were no match for the intimidation sheâd already presented, the fuel for his determination. Eventually, her screams and movement stopped. He only stopped when a loud popping noise scared him onto his feet. His shoulder whined in response, and he was still unable to move it.Â
With the girlâs bodily fluids covering his fists, he pressed onward into the unknown world. He wondered what would happen to her. DeathâŠright? People died, he knew that. Gone forever. He didnât know anyone who was deadâŠhe thought. Closing his eyes hard, the man tried to envision something that wasnât something heâd learned in the last dozen moments. Only silohuettes greeted him, then a gray-ish building of some sort. Lots of people were there, though again without faces to reassure him they were real. A taller shadow in particular seemed to want his attention. They called to him. Over and over as though he chose to ignore them. The voice became louder and louder, the sound the same each time. âAjâŠ.ajâŠjay.â
The boy snapped back into reality with a sweat broken out on his neck. âAjay,â he spoke aloud for the first time since waking. âMy name is Ajay.â