On an ordinary day Greg William suddenly found himself in a dark place.
'Where am I?' He wondered
He looks around trying to see where he is.
but unfortunately there is only darkness.
With nothing around Greg tries to remember what the last thing he did, hopefully it will shed some light on what is going on and where the hell is he.
He remembers trying to make nitroglycerin at his basement to prepare for the on coming zombie apocalypse.
Yes, he believes that a zombie apocalypse will come and he 'studied' (mainly watching YouTube vids) hard to prepare for it.
He bought a few dozen guns and studied them througholy, since if a part gets broken in an zombie apocalypse then he'll have to repair it himself.
To survive in a zombie apocalypse he naturally need to have the skills and knowledge to supply the demand that his guns has.
After all he can't just buy them in a post apocalyptic world.
Meaning that he needs to know how to make bullets and explosives on his own.
The last thing he remembered was mixing to tubes to liquids hoping to make nitroglycerin.
And that's how he died.
'That's strange I thought i mixed it correctly' Greg wondered as he did as what was instructed in vid.
He then thinks hard to as what might have gone wrong.
Hmm
Hmm
He then recalls picking the wrong tube to mix.
'Damn it! Should have put labels!' He thought as he regretted being to lazy to stick them.
'Should have listened to the guy in the vid when he said to stick labels on everything ' well he didn't now he is dead in what he presumably hell.
He assumes he is hell because he was an atheist and... well he might have been kind of asshole.
Of course he doesn't think that he himself is an asshole but everyone around him think he is.
Just because he doesn't like the idea that the government is regularly sending taxpayer dollars to needy children in Africa. Taxpayer meaning him with his money! that was supposed to benefit him! Not to somebody he never meet on the other side of the world. Just because some politician suddenly felt empathy towards them and decided to make everyone pay for them.
So what if they are poor! They are not the responsibility of the politicians of his country, they are not his problem. They are the problems of their own government and their own government should deal with them.
If people want donate money then use their own money.
That's all he said but it seems that he is cruel for not caring people not related to him in any way what so ever.
'Well what ever' he sighted
'It doesn't matter now that I'm dead' he thought as it seems that his fate is sealed in to an eternity of nothingness.
When nothing to do he could only stare in to empty space to pass time,
Not that it's anything new as he spent most of his high school days like that. When the teachers scolds him for not paying attention in class he would simply reply with an enlightened air that he was meditating to reach enlightenment.
'Those were the days' Greg thought
An unknown amount of time later
Greg suddenly felt movement that knocked him out of his enlightening trance.
He suddenly felt the world is shaking and there is high pressure all around him, it's as if it's trying to squish him.
'What the hell is going on!' He exclaimed
He naturally tried to fight back but is was futile and soon gave up.
When he stop struggling he also felt the pressure lessened.
Then a few moments later he suddenly found himself in a world of light.
As his eyes were still adjusting to the bright world a large hand suddenly grabbed his head and pulled him out.
A few moments later when his eyes finally adjusted to the light he saw giants figures all around.
He suddenly found himself wrapped in a warm blanket being hugged by a giant woman.
Now it doesn't take a genius to figure out what has happened and Greg is by no mean an idiot, so suffice to say he figured out that he got reincarnated.
'Well I'll be damned reincarnation does exist' he thought.