From this day forth I will forever hate storms and everything they bring with it. With that I ended my train of thought as I then focused on the problem that has been presented on to myself. I was falling, not the kind that has a survivable landing but rather it is the kind that will surely lead to me being nothing more than fleshy pancake. And not only that, I am falling through a lightning storm that is currently adding onto my list of potential ways to die in this very moment. I couldn't help myself as I screamed my lungs out as I was falling through the sky. Which then turned into myself gasping for air as I tried to stay conscious. This was not the way I imagined waking up I thought. This is not the way I imagined on how I was going to die I thought. I just wanted some cereal and milk my endless thinking continued.
But of course some people don't want to die. Some people will think of a way to save themselves and continue on with their lovely existence. Of course with my current predicament I don't think I will be able to find a solution. But it seems the universe has given me a chance, as I saw something from all this flashing of electricity around me. Somewhat close to me was a tumbling object. I only got a brief moment to look at it because soon after it became dark and impossible to see. Looking over to the where the UFO (unidentified falling object) was, I waited for the next flash of electricity.
Hearing the giant boom of thunder along with the light I saw the object from earlier and it was a big box. Finally knowing where it was I tried my best at going towards it, which resulted in me trying to swim towards it. After some time and a couple of flashes of lightning I reached the big box. The box was actually not one box but rather a whole bunch of stuff all stacked together and kept in place by a netting. Grabbing on to the netting I firmly grasped the netting with both my hands and pulled until my body was on it.
I looked around the box, hoping for a way to stop the speedy descent to the ground. Speaking of the ground and its beauty, I finally saw it, which only sent me looking even faster. Searching with my eyes for a parachute of sorts all around the box I saw something flapping at the other end of the box. Hoping it would be a sort of parachute I pulled myself along the top until I reached the other side.
Seeing a handle of sorts just flapping across the wind made it sorta hard to grab on to. But I prevailed, and once I grasped the handle I held on tight, put my feet under the netting, clenched thine butt cheeks, and pulled. The sudden decrease in speed and the turning of the box almost sent off into the air and a one way ticket to the ground. But I held on, immediately putting my free hand into another hole in the netting I held on for dear life. Once the feeling of wind rushing by me finally stopped, and noticing the controlled descent. I looked around for the ground and saw that I was right side up along the box. The relief that spread through my body was enough to bring tears to my face. Looking up into the parachute, and noticing the immense amount of lightning in the clouds made me worry even more.
It took a long time for me to reach the ground, and even then I didn't want to leave the box when it finally hit the dirt. After some deep breathing and finally calming down I got off and promptly hugged the ground. Promising to never ever visit the sky, ever. Looking at the box that basically saved me, curiosity took over and after a full hour or so, I took of the tarp and looked upon the boxes. One looked like a case, picking it up and noticing its slight heaviness. I opened that case and saw the object that rest within. Opening my mouth I finally said my first word in this hectic endeavor. "What?" For inside the case was a shotgun.
Looking upon the king of close range combat, the only thing that ended up making me doing was to check the other boxes. And the only thing I found were more guns, bullets, a tuxedo (with a note that says 'for when you need to change clothes') a gas mask of all things, a tablet of sorts, food and water, and a whole box of grenades. Every single time I opened up a box all I ended up getting was more confusion and even more confusion. The weird part about this, is why am I the one to be stuck here in this situation. There was no one else around with me during the free fall, seeing the ground there was not a single sign of civilization. Also I am stuck with a whole bunch of weaponry that for some reason was falling next to me.
This whole situation was suddenly tossed right at me. This is how I see it, I wake up falling next to a box of weapons and miscellaneous items, surviving that ordeal, notice no sign of civilization anywhere, and I am alone. At the very end of all that, at least I have something that should help me a little bit. Fishing through my pockets I found my MP4, a.k.a my stress relief. Putting on some relaxing music I start packing the stuff back up and made sure everything is secure. After that I lay down and look up to the sky, watching the flashes of lightning and listening to both music and nature, all while slowly losing consciousness.