The Day I DIed

Japan had been a cesspool for years. It always has been, ever since that incident five years ago where those strange black creatures slaughtered hundreds, even the military was barely able to take care of it. Ever since then, those things have been appearing all over the world and we still aren't any closer to finding out what they are. Nowadays, there are at least plenty of defenses in place but even those don't guarantee anything so there are strict rules to guarantee humanity survives.

Though, as interesting as the world has become, that's not what I'm supposed to be covering, I'm a 39 year old detective, Raiga Nagashima, and by all accounts... I should be dead. A bullet to the brain should definitely do it and yet somehow, I'm still alive.

Before that, it was a day like any other and with little work that day I decided to leave early, walking home since I live nearby, knowing from experience that despite it's reputation, I could make it back to my apartment safely. I passed a mugging on the way but kept to myself, heading into the alley that lead me close to my apartment, as I walked, I suddenly felt cold steel pressed to my head.

"What do you want? My wallet?" I asked, knowing how common muggings were in the area and wondered if this was the same guy from earlier... Maybe he should have stopped it if it would have caused him trouble later.

"You really think you can rat us out and act like you have no clue who's holding a gun to your head?" I recognized that voice... Muichirou Oosawa, a Yakuza thug who's boss I had made a deal with three months earlier, though I had no clue what he was pointing a gun to my head for.

"I haven't said a thing, just calm down and put the gun down." I try and de-escalate it, I don't want to die over something I didn't even do.

"Bullshit, no one else knew about it, had to have been you. Always thought you were too cowardly to pull a stunt like that but you decided to have some balls for once, too bad you're dying for it." This was bad... I know it isn't me but no one else was there that day so I didn't have a single excuse.

"Let me talk to your boss and I'm sure we can settle this somehow. I didn't do this and I'm sure he'd listen, he's always been reasonable." I knew that even if he suspected me, his boss would be upset if he shot me here and now so I used that to my advantage, hoping I could convince him that this was unrelated to me. 

Instead... "No, I'm not letting the boss go to prison because he put his trust in the wrong guy. I'm taking you out here."

"We both know you won't, I'm too big of a-" BANG! I feel the bullet enter my head, fracturing my skull and sending my brains everywhere... at least, that's what should have happened. Instead, I slowly woke up with a massive headache in place of a bullet wound... inside a casino?

(This is the first story I have written out seriously so I expect it to be flawed but I hope it's still enjoyable. If this gets enough attention as I continue writing I may come back and rewrite early chapters to make them read better)