I hear a voice, it’s feels familiar, like I heard this sound a billion times before, it’s the sound of lethargy, despair, hopelessness. It’s the sound that I make when I give up on something that I like because I felt that it was pointless and there’s was nothing I could do, but this wasn’t coming from me, in order to find where that sound was coming from, I woke up.

the things I see are beyond my wildest nightmares. The ground pitch black, freezing and devoid of life, the sky is covered in a dark murky purple clouds as it throbs a purple light, off in the distance I see unknown creatures flying in flock and last but not least as I focus on the origin of the dreaded sound all I see are corps walking around while moaning that dreaded sound, all of them walking to a single direction.

…. I feel calm. No that’s not it it’s more like my feelings are numb although I do feel a hint of surprise.

I was in a strange cold world. I look at my hands only to see thin rotten fingers barely maintained on my bones.

‘nothing but skin and bones’. I thought to myself.

Should I be laughing right now? I don’t know, well it wasn’t that funny in the first place.

“….”

I try to speak but no sound comes out of my mouth and that’s when I realize that I’m not even breathing right now.

‘How is that even possible I mean the ‘things’ around me can make that hateful noise so why can’t I. ‘

I look at ‘them’ trying to observe what could be the cause of their pitiful moaning, for any signs of any difference and I finally notice that their chests are moving. That’s when my hand hovers to my chest and realize that I have no chest. I literally have no chest, there’re a few broken ribcages but that’s about it. I stick my hands inside only to find a messy goo. If I could I would I would puke right now.

‘……What….am I? ‘

“Come!!!”

‘Who the hell is screaming right now.’

“Forces of the undead, devourers of life, come to me for I am Alzeph the all-powerful necromancer and I order all you to serve me for as long as I breathe.”

‘My head feels like it’s going to split open, is this what you call telepathy. Well I can tell you now that it fucking hurts.’

All of the supposed called undead now pick up the haste as they continue to walk in the same direction, except me although I do feel something akin to desire where they are headed, I have a gut feeling that I probably shouldn’t follow those weirdass undead. Unless I want to follow some guy who calls himself ‘the all-powerful necromancer’ probably going to use us for something stupid like conquer the world or something similar.

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I need to get to get out of this hellhole maybe this accursed place is not so big and I can find someplace that’s colorful so to speak but even then what will I do I’m a fucking undead so I probably won’t be accepted among the living.

I’ve decided, somewhere in this world I’m going to make a place that I can call…... ‘home’…. *drip*, it seems that even as an undead I can still form tears who knew the word ‘home’ could make me feel a sense of nostalgia.

Anyway no sense standing around, I turn around to see a dark forest pretty far away. I’m surprised that I could see such a thing with nothing but a purple as my only source of light, I wonder if this is one of my characteristics as an undead.

I look around to my right to see a barren wasteland with creatures flying in flocks, behind me are a bunch of undead walking towards a necromancer, to my left are a bunch of mountains in the distance with some more wasteland along the way. I’ve decided I want my home to be a place with life.

I now walk toward the dark forest, towards my new ‘home’.

I’ve been walking for a couple days but I’ve yet to reach my destination the main reasons for this is because I am walking very slowly not because I want to mind you but because these are the limits of my new body. So I decided to take a little rest I mean I’ve got all the time in the world and I feel like there are some issues I need to address right now before I go into the forest.

Such as ‘will I be able to defend myself in case I have to fight something’, the short answer is no because the only I have on me are rags that barely cover anything. So to solve this problem I’ve decided to find a weapon.

<20 minutes later>. *sigh* the only thing I’ve found are a bunch of rocks and pebbles. Well I guess I could simply use a rock as a blunt weapon and the pebbles as projectiles. Okay I carry a rock in one hand and the pebbles I’ll just use the rags to carry them.

Is there anything else I need to be worried about? I don’t think so, with that out of the way I’ll carry with my journey. I look off in the distance to see the dark forest in the far off distance. *sigh* this journey might take longer than I thought.