Bizarronia

They say that when you are about to die, you see your life go in front of your eyes. That hadn't happened exactly like that the first time he died, as he was too busy with other matters, but now it was different.


He had been rather surprised when he got sentenced to Purgatory instead of Hell.

After all he had lied, he had been selfish, and he had killed indiscriminately for his own goals. He didn't really consider his last three months, including Zero Requiem a heroic sacrifice, and he was, in his own eyes, irredeemable.

Of course, after being brought back in quite an abrupt (and non optional) way, he was pretty much convinced that this was actually Hell and that he had been lied to. The zombies certainly didn't help to stop that train of thought.

He had run about two blocks before growing tired. The robes were uncomfortable for physical activity and it had never been his forte anyway. In a stroke of luck he had found an open door, and he was now hiding in one of the houses, trying to catch his breath.

He knew it was only a temporary pause, the undead would most likely notice where he was soon and he had to be ready to start running again.