Ben followed the blue line on the app and sighed when it stopped at the rundown apartment complex. He was sure the place had been condemned years ago. His eyes gazed over the graffiti covered walls, broken windows and aged holiday decorations that clung to the first floor sliding door. A dim light flickered from a second floor window; a tiny child's face peeked out from tattered sheer curtains.
Ben half smiled, he was just about to drive off assuming the order was a prank. The shop had been getting more of them lately. Dan, the owner blamed the new pizza shop that opened just blocks away but Ben wasn't so sure.
Ben grabbed the pizza and headed into the dark rundown complex. The same girl that peaked out the window waited on the balcony and silently usher him towards the stairs with a flashlight. She stared down at him from the top landing, pointing her flashlight at him.
'Hi. Is this your pizza?' he asked while making his way up the first steps. His body jolted and his head spun, like waking abruptly from a dream and he watched the pizza fly into the air as he tumbled backwards.
'Sir, sir?? Are you okay?' The woman's hand reached out and gently squeezed his forearm.
Ben stood in the same spot, eyes wide. He looked around the stairwell, freshly painted and a well lit. He signed heavily.
The girl shouted down from the top, 'Should I go call for help mama?'
Ben shook his head, 'I'm alright, thanks.' he said quickly trading the pizza for the cash.
He hurried towards his car admiring the manicured courtyard along the way.
He shook his head, 'Damn, not again.'
He went straight home, ran up the two flights of stairs, skipping every other step.
He flung open the door to his apartment, shouting, 'Jenny!?' searching the rooms he found them empty. Not a trace of her.
Ben fell to his knees sobbing, 'No, damn it! Not again.'
IcedStarlight t1_j43jjjs wrote
Reply to [WP] Every time someone nearly dies due to a accident they actually die but are transferred to a world where the circumstances are slightly different and death was avoided and the memories reset. You a pizza delivery driver in one of the busiest cities in the world remember each and every death. by Maven_Writes
Ben followed the blue line on the app and sighed when it stopped at the rundown apartment complex. He was sure the place had been condemned years ago. His eyes gazed over the graffiti covered walls, broken windows and aged holiday decorations that clung to the first floor sliding door. A dim light flickered from a second floor window; a tiny child's face peeked out from tattered sheer curtains. Ben half smiled, he was just about to drive off assuming the order was a prank. The shop had been getting more of them lately. Dan, the owner blamed the new pizza shop that opened just blocks away but Ben wasn't so sure. Ben grabbed the pizza and headed into the dark rundown complex. The same girl that peaked out the window waited on the balcony and silently usher him towards the stairs with a flashlight. She stared down at him from the top landing, pointing her flashlight at him.
'Hi. Is this your pizza?' he asked while making his way up the first steps. His body jolted and his head spun, like waking abruptly from a dream and he watched the pizza fly into the air as he tumbled backwards.
'Sir, sir?? Are you okay?' The woman's hand reached out and gently squeezed his forearm.
Ben stood in the same spot, eyes wide. He looked around the stairwell, freshly painted and a well lit. He signed heavily.
The girl shouted down from the top, 'Should I go call for help mama?' Ben shook his head, 'I'm alright, thanks.' he said quickly trading the pizza for the cash.
He hurried towards his car admiring the manicured courtyard along the way. He shook his head, 'Damn, not again.'
He went straight home, ran up the two flights of stairs, skipping every other step. He flung open the door to his apartment, shouting, 'Jenny!?' searching the rooms he found them empty. Not a trace of her.
Ben fell to his knees sobbing, 'No, damn it! Not again.'