Chapter 3: SIS, BRO, NOVA
"Hey man! Stop doing drugs! That way, you won't get beaten up like this and left for dead in a dumpster! You're lucky I had no furniture in this haul, if it had dropped on you, you'd be dead!"
The garbage truck driver who had unwillingly fished Ari out of the garbage truck clicked his tongue and left after lecturing him.
Ari paid him no mind as he stared at the strange floating screen in front of his eyes, which had been slowly updating with unknown text that he couldn't understand, no matter how many times he rubbed his eyes and read it.
His mind was completely confused as to what was going on.
He had seen an old man getting mugged, running away, getting beaten...killed, and then what?
'Thrown in the trash?'
'Resurrected?'
'Was he a zombie now?'
'Was this the afterlife?'
Ari glanced down at the few patches of skin that weren't covered in garbage and strange juices.
Pale skin with the slightest hint of golden color indicating that he would tan instead of burn in the sun.