Chapter one: The hellish arrival

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Life is such a fragile thing, in an instance it could be snatched up right in front of you and you would get enough time to process what really happened before your life expires, of course there has always been a belief that you'd go somewhere after death, heaven, hell, or even reincarnation, of course no one's ever proved those theories true, I mean there's never been a case of someone dying and coming back to life to tell the tale of what's in the beyond, though if they'd ever did they'd tell a story of a place that closely resembles what people would call controlled chaos, a highly populated city with no rules yet it somehow is kept in some sort of chaotic order, with people from all walks of life, good and bad, poor and rich, young and old. 

This is what everyone looks forward to when dying, walking up and having to once again trudge through a second life with more hardships you could ever bear. 

Of course to make sure people don't just give up on their second life, there's always karma points but that is an explanation for another time.

This story is about a young boy and his everyday adventures in the city the denizens named limbo 9.9.

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The first thought that came to my mind was 'I have a pounding headache' not that impressive really, but much better than I expected considering the fact that a few seconds ago I swear I died in a hospital bed, and now instead of seeing hospital equipment I was staring at a short sentence that has definitely been spray painted, on a white wall that's been stained yellow from too much water, and it read 'welcome to limbo 9.9 enjoy the rest of your miserable fucking afterlife'

'Well that's just great seriously if this truly is the afterlife shouldn't there be a guide to help me through this or maybe even a guide book' I think as I look further around the room, 'nope just a really broken down room, and geez it seems what ever being sent me here had a sick taste in humor, well at least I'm not standing around in my hospital wear I was in before my death, that would be a disaster but seriously making me wear a black shirt with 'I'm not dead I'm just an insomniac' on it, I mean what's with that, well at least they left me with a damn comfortable pair of jeans and it seems that dying finally got rid of my allergic reaction to them, and my preference to alway wear sneakers has prevailed once again, but seriously I gotta get a better look at where the **** I am' and with that final decision I walked over to a rickety old wooden door that I had spotted earlier, and tried the door nob but when it didn't budge I backed up and sent my foot flying at the door and kicked it right off it's hinges and I walked through not waiting for the dust to settle.

"Acho, …..dammit it seems as though I still have my dust allergies and seriously why do I always sneeze like a kitten it's damn annoying" I grumbled to myself, as I looked up to check out where the hell I had ended up as the dust finally settled.

My first thought as I looked down at my new home was 'god fucking dammit what in the 7 rings of hell is this bloody shit' 

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