Lind awoke on the charred ground. His body ached all over but his mind was in turmoil. What had that been? It was not his life. He even realized the technology was only slightly older than he recalled when he died.
A handful of years, maybe? The teenagers had been without smartphones but they had the old Nokia phones. The actions of the boys too, felt dated.
It felt closer to the macho crap that had been more prevalent or at least believed to be, before he got to high school. By the time Lind got there, computers were starting to be in every classroom and the first iPhones were rising.
Had that been the Bastard's original life? He was killed by a teenager trying to prove he was a hero or something? The Bastard had not understood he was trying too hard. He was almost the typical teenager trying to grasp what he was looking for and running hard into a wall they never saw coming.
