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Fuck.
That was the first and only thing Michael could think as he found himself in the decrepit ruins of his own burnt down pizzeria. He was alive again or at least back in some idiotic way. Why? Why him? He sure as hell hoped this didn't mean his father was back too but knowing the old bastard and Mike's luck it was probably true. Couldn't he just have a goddamn break for once in his stupid, miserable life. He wanted to be put to rest, it's why he hadn't escaped like Henry told him to. Henry… where was he? Had he escaped or also killed himself purposefully? Even if he had killed himself, was he back like Michael was?
Mike rubbed his temples in annoyance. He groaned as he sat up, leaned against a half burnt support beam that had fallen god knows how long ago, finally getting a bearing of his surroundings. He could tell that he was in the burnt mush that'd once been his very own establishment. Ash and dust gave a nice, fine coating to the whole area making it look like some fucked up Winter Wonderland. Everything smelled of stale, old pizza and burnt plastic. It looked the same as when he'd left it, just more ashen than before.
Slowly he stood, leaning on the rubble for support. His whole body ached with a stubborn stiffness. God how long had he been out? He looked down at his tattered, burnt-to-shit uniform, the scars on his arms now much more obvious. He winced at the thought of how God awful he must look right now. A mirror would be greatly appreciated.
“What the hell!?”
A small, startled voice made him jump around in shock, kicking a rock away as he did it. His whole body shuddered. God he needed Who had just spoken? Oh no, was someone else here? The voice… It sounded like a kid's voice. That couldn't be good.
He tried to pinpoint where the voice had come from and his eyes landed on… crap, two kids. Two young kids.