Centurion and on and on

First I thought I was blind but noticed that my surrounding was completely black. Suddenly a door in front of me was being opened. Confused I stumbled forward into the light. I heard a crowd and a loud voice from above yelled. "Welcome all, this will be a fight to the death"!

The only reason I considered the possibility of being blinded was because I was hit by a truck five minutes ago. Despite this, I was in the middle of a Roman arena with a massive crowd. Before I could think I was ambushed and a spear was to my throat. 'Mercy me!' I yelled.

‘Mercy?’ Spat the great hulk of a gladiator, looming above me. ‘You expect me to be merciful after what you did to my brother? No, I’m going to make this nice and slow for you.’ With the last few words he ground the tip of his spear against my throat.

No, I don’t want to die like this, with shame! There’s no point of asking for mercy now. If I’m going to die.. I would die holding my sword, fighting! “I dragged myself away from the spear and with a quick move I picked up my sword. I coughed, I’m tired, but that won’t stop me!”

I got a burst of adrenaline & swung my sword at my sworn enemy's chest, slashing him. His eyes widened, surprised. "That's what you get for killing my brother," I shouted. But then I collapsed from my own wounds. We both lay on the ground, motionless, as the grim reaper arrived.

Soon I felt a familiar dark mist begin overtaking my body while chains pulled me down into the earth. As I struggled to resist, a deep voice from the mist grumbled, “One more, then no more.” The reaper suddenly appeared, swiped his scythe to break the chains, then vanished.

I knew this was it, my last chance at life. I walked away from all my troubles, and went somewhere warm. I spend my days fishing and my nights learning the harmonica. It was a good life. Six months later I was struck in the head by a plum-sized meteorite and died instantly.