Reborn as a Snake! (1.) [REWRITE IN PROGRESS]

I remember that moment vividly.

The moment of my own death.

I was walking back home from work, completely exhausted. It was late at night as well, so I really, really wanted to rest. I also remember being in quite a bad mood, although that was mainly because of my boss at work. Not because he was being an asshole or something. If anything, I was being the asshole in the interaction and got into a bit of an argument with my boss at work.

Anyway - during my way back home, I had to pass through a street that had a bank on it. The bank was the central for this area - even I used it.

Now, why is this important?

Well, because just as I was passing by it, the bank just so happened to be getting robbed right in that moment. I remember hearing an alarm go off with the sound of windows breaking. When I looked to the source, I saw as around 5 men jumping out the window of the bank, carrying what looked to be the bags of money.

I'll be honest - I had absolutely no business in what was happening before my eyes.
After all, dealing with criminals was the job of the police, not a worker at a huge company that focused on producing documents and handling peoples insurance. So, I wanted to ignore the commotion and just use another path to get home.

Unfortunately for me, things are never that simple.

The police arrived almost immediately and before I knew what was happening - a shootout between the criminals and the police had broken out. I was trying to walk past the whole thing on the other side of the street, however one of the criminals just so happened to suck at aiming and fired a bullet towards me.

And of course, the bullet hit me.

I remember falling to the ground, as blood began to flow out of the bullet wound. I couldn't exactly tell where it had hit at the time, but looking back on it - I believe it had managed to pierce my heart. Shocked that I didn't die instantly.

 It was rather painful. After rolling onto my back, I just laid there on the street, as blood slowly flooded out, soaking the sidewalk I was on. I was breathing heavily, my vision not being able to focus on the fading world around me. In that moment, I remember recalling all I could about my life.

One could say my life was rather sad and I'd even say, very miserable. But that was mainly because of my own decisions and how I went about living my life. I was to blame for feeling lonely and miserable at times as I shut out everyone else and forced myself to work obscene hours, even when everyone around me told me that I should focus on myself more and go out with people more.

I'm honestly am surprised I didn't die earlier, with the way I was living my life.
I was expecting to work myself to death, not die because of bad luck.

But oh well, what can you do?
No really, what could I do?

Sure, I could have just turned around and walk the other way, but I was very tired and wanted to get home as fast as possible.

While thinking, I sort of laughed to myself at the presence of a single thought. My family... My few friends that knew me... My co-workers and everyone I ever got acquainted with... I will never see them all again. All of them - I will never get to meet again.
...I don't know why, but even with this fact being as deppressing as it gets, I couldn't bring myself to cry or even shed a tear. I couldn't bring myself to be sad about it.

After rethinking on how all my relatives and acquaintances would feel once they found out about my death, I thought to the next thing - another chance. I didn't deserve one - to be clear, but if I could have just one more go at life to see what could have happened if I made better decisions... It would be nice.