[color=94DBEB][b]"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUU-"[/b][/color]

The pink-haired youth screamed as she shot up from her sleeping position like a mouse trap. She went from lying on her back to sitting on her ass in mere milliseconds. With a few deep huffs, her mind began to process everything that went on. She was in the hospital, right? Her heart was pretty much exploding, then she fell unconscious. She didn't feel anything for a bit, then her mind slipped away from her. Then she had a really weird death bed dream where she was in a room with a bunch of people. She thought it was just her feeling like she was about to die, 'cause her heart felt funky again about halfway through.

In her continued panic, her hands rapidly felt her body. She hit her chest, rubbed her cheeks, pinched her arm, everything to do to confirm what was going on. [i]Yikes,[/i] she thought, [i]every pinch hurts.[/i] Wait. It hurt. That meant...

[color=94DBEB][b]"I... I..."[/b][/color] she muttered under her breath, a shocked look overtaking her before... [color=94DBEB][b]"I LIVED BITCH."[/b][/color] Her face was instantly overtaken by dumbass grin as she launched herself out of bed. As her feet felt the ground in the first time in days, she noticed something very peculiar: she wasn't alone.

There was a blue-haired twink, a blue-haired twunk (that one letter had MASSIVE DIFFERENCES), some woman with funky hair (POT MEETS KETTLE), a generic lank-man who reminded the manic youth of an anime that starred a baseball loving PI, and a man with the face of a 40 year old villain.

In other words, they had formed the world's worst collection of superheroes.

As the slight tinge of coffee danced its way into her smell holes, something became apparent: she was hungry as HECK. Exactly as though there was a dude with a jackhammer in the room, her stomach rumbled with the force of ten thousand suns. In other words, about how loud a stomach would usually growl. It was bold for her body to ignore the actual mood of the room, whatnot with everyone coming to terms with their death and those who they missed. Everyone important to them, gone.

It was heavy stuff, but for Umi, it was a second chance. Even if her mind didn't admit it, even if she didn't think about it, deep down, she knew that it was a second chance. No point in treating it like a dream. If it was only a dream, then she would still enjoy her time left. It was more than she had before it all happened.

[color=94DBEB][b]"Sssoooooo hi. Me llamo Umi."[/b][/color]