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[JEMC]

OK, time to post part of my ... I don't know how to call it. But first, the disclaimers

1-English is not my first language. It's not even my second language. Because of that I ask you to be polite and, if you see something wrong (verbs, words, expressions, etc) just tell me so I can fix it.

2-There are strong words. If I think the story needs a "fuck", I'll write "fuck", not "f*ck" or whatever other substitute.

3-I've written the story more like a Pilot for a new TV show. I don't know what does it mean to you but that's how I've done it.

4-It's my first time so

. There you have it:

 

"Let's hope our luck changes today" thought Chris looking through the window of the cafe where he was having breakfast, in an old service station in the middle of nowhere.

He streached his hand to reach for his cigarretes when a shadow appeared by his side.

-More coffee? - said the waitress, as old as the place if not even more, while subtly making him notice the non-smoking sing behind her.

-No, thank you - replied him using the best of his salesman's smiles.

A few minutes later he was smoking, resting on the side of his car looking on his phone the visits he had that day. "Well, at least I have a chance with those aaand yeah, I may be lucky with those too. Who else is here... wait. You gotta be kidding me. Them again? Oh c'mon, they never buy anything! That's 2 hours on the road for nothing! Great, today it's gonna be a shitty day." he moaned.

He kept smoking with apathy for a little longer, toying with the phone, knowing that today wouldn't be his lucky day. With his 29th birthday gone, and the feared 30 appearing on the horizon (albeit that milestone was still months away) his life wasn't like he had hoped would be, and by the looks of it, that wasn't going to change anytime soon. With that in mind, he entered the car and took off to the road.

He was halfway to the first of his stops, listening to the radio when a van running way over the speed limit overtook him.

-What the hell! - shouted while manouvering to avoid the crash - Son of a bitch! The fuck is wrong with you?! This is a road, not a fucking track, God damn it.

But the van quickly disappeared until he found it a few corners later, burning after it had crashed with a tanker.

Foot on the brakes as hard as he could to avoid crashing with them, Chris couldn't avoid the tires to block and the car from spin with whatever the leaking tanker had, ending him and his car in the ditch.

Still shaking and holding the steering wheel really tight, Chris was still baffled without believing what just had happened. It was only then that he noticed the several men dressed with those white suits for disasters and medical masks.

-Chris, are you ok? Can you hear me? - said one of those men while aproaching him.

-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. - replied Chris while unfastening his seat belt - Wait, how do you know my name?

As he turned to that man, now on his window, he saw a syringe in one of his hands. Reacting by instinct, Chris grabbed his hand and the both men started a short but violent fight durincg which the unknown man lost his mask, revealing his oriental traits. Luckily for Chris, during the fight the syringe ended up being stabbed into the seat's headrest which made that his attacker lowered his guard for a moment, something that Chris took advantage of knocking him down with a good elbow hit.

Without time to lose, as the rest of the men were coming to him, Chris jumped to the other side of the car, got out by passenger's side and started to run through the arid wasteland they were until

"Bang!"

Chris stopped inmediatly and looked back where he saw one of his pursuers pointing to the sky with a gun after a warning shoot. Suddently, another man (this being a blonde, caucasian one dressing a costume suit) appeared running towards the shooter.

-Don't shoot, you idiots! - shouted with a very strong accent - We want him alive!

And once he reached the gunner he killed him in the blink of an eye by almost ripping his head off with his bare hands.

Horrified, Chris tried to run again only to find a man in a dark and long coat that came from nowhere in front of him. Without time to react, he was grabbed by his neck before watching how that man smashed a small bottle to the ground and teared a piece of paper.

A sudden tingling started to crawl from his legs that paired with a strong pressure on his chest, made him lose strenght and fall to the ground, where he realized that the brown wasteland they where had changed into a green forest.

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