Tom

Tom has got to be the best name for a protagonist ever. He was 18 years old. He got hit by a truck. As Tom's life flashed before his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of detachment from the situation. The world around him seemed to slow down as he watched himself trip over an uneven sidewalk and collide with the oncoming vehicle. The impact was jarring, and for a moment, everything went black as he tried to process what had just happened. Tom regained consciousness and found himself in a strange place. It was dark and cold, and he couldn't move. Panic set in as he realized he must be trapped somewhere. Feeling a mix of confusion and fear, Tom struggled against whatever was keeping him imprisoned.

His panic began to subside when he heard a voice echo through the darkness "Do not fret, friend. You're in no immediate danger"

In the distance, a flicker of light appeared, growing steadily brighter as it approached.

"Who... who are you?" Tom asked, his voice shaky with fear and uncertainty "Oh fuck. I'm dead, aren't I?"

"Yes"

Tom said "Well, you know what they say, easy come, easy go. I did the best I could with what I had. I know my friends and family are gonna miss me. Except my auntie Gina but she's a loser bitch who still lives in my grandma's basement. She's one of those people that peeked in high school but never made anything of their lives afterwards"

Whoa calm down, Gina. You should've seen this cumming.