The Bright Neon Sign of A Gas station stood proudly in the darkness as the booming sounds of a Thunderstorm filled the air, the sound of music desperately attempting to drown out the sounds of thunder and rain and the sound of fluorescent lighting. Residing within the Gas station was a single employee, and one Customer. The man looking to make a purchase had long black hair, greasy and unkempt. He was Tall with gangly arms and a pear-shaped body. He had Green Eyes with a flat nose. The Name tag stuck to his work shirt proudly displayed his Name was Izzy.
He had been standing in the Gas Station for nearly half an hour, staring at the drink selection as he tried to decide what he should buy with the pitiful among of money he had. The Single Employee had long since stopped paying him any mind, since the Gas station was an equal distance between his home and his work he made a point to stop by at the end of each workday and buy himself a little motivation to keep himself going.
And each day he had the same dilemma. Should he get the same thing as last time or risk wasting money on something he might hate? After nearly two years he had yet to choose the latter of the two options, and he decided after a few more moments that tonight would be no different than the rest.
He pulled the glass door open just as the light of a car pulling up shone through the window, he ignored it and completed his snack collection. A Family sized bag of Extra Cheesy Chips, a small box of Seasoned Crackers, and his Drink of choice a Strawberry flavored Soda.
He quietly brought his haul up to the counter and was about to hand the young girl at the register the payment due when the front door opened and a sound far louder and more terrifying than mere thunder rang nearly deafening the both of them.
Both Izzy and the Cashier girl flinched and attempted to flee at the sound. Both had enough common sense to stand their ground when the source of it was pointed at one of them.
"How Careless of me," The Mugger said, a smirk barely visible from his masked face "Seems I've gone and broken your piddly ass camera," The Mugger swayed his gun back and forth between Izzy and the Woman, a Grey Backpack was in his off-hand and was quickly transported to the counter "I'm sure I don't need to say it, But I will anyway. Open the Register, Fill the bag, and nobody gets shot,"
Izzy firmly stood his ground with his hands up, his legs shaking as the gun swayed between him and the girl. The Cashier did her best to comply and used the computer to open the register, handing over a less than sizably haul. The Mugger had just received his ill-gotten loot when a second much larger man in a mask burst in through the door.
"Mark, there's a cop down the street, I think he heard the gunshot," The First Mugger turned to his companion with an irritated look.
"You Dumbass," He said as he refocused his gun on the Girl Behind the counter, Who held her hands back up.
"Please we don't have any mo-'' The grim echo of death sounded through the Gas station as the Mugger pulled the Trigger without hesitation, The Girl's body flopped against the very wall that had been painted with the contents of her head and fell to the floor, Izzy just had time to look back at the Mugger and see the Barrel pointed at his head. He shut his eyes just as the sound of the Gun going off hit his ears and after what felt like an eternity of nothing happening he opened his eyes.
Izzy was no longer inside a gas station. He was now in a room that looked like it would fit as the study of a stereotypical father from an old TV show. Izzy looked around in bewilderment at the room.
The only source of light was from a Fireplace Behind a Large Wooden Desk, the desk had a large comfy looking Chair facing away from him. Izzy quickly noted that the room he was in had no Windows or doors before the creak of the Chair spinning on its axis drew his attention back to in front of him.
A Beautiful Blond haired Woman in a Navy Blue Two-piece suit sat before him, She was looking over a Piece of Paper and spoke without looking at him as she readjusted the spectacles on her face.
"Izzy correct?" She questioned calmly.
"Yes?" he replied in confusion.
"Hmm," She continued looking at the paper, her face giving away nothing before she opened her hand and the paper was seemingly swept away in a nonexistent wind directly into the flames behind her. "Yes, you'll do, Take a seat," Izzy blinked and found that a chair that hadn't been in the room before was now right behind him.
He did as he was asked and took a seat. Shaking slightly as the realization of what had just happened to him kicked in.
"Did I just die?"