rediculous lmao
god dammit
You stare at him for a moment, and blankly mutter "Thanks for... wait- I... what?"
He sighs. "Lucky you. You've still got at least one or two marbles left, looks like." He relaxes a bit, and lowers his shovel. "What's your name, eh? Seems you've been a few shuffles under for.... a-hundred-an'-one years, if this headstone's right."
Searching your memory for your name draws flashbacks forward. You audibly mumble "oh no" as you remember the ungodly pain of a javelin-sized arrow smashing through your abdomen. Your abs appear fine, but there is indeed a sizeable puncture left in your armor. Then the realization hits, albeit with its severity muddled by your grogginess: whatever struck you may still be out there.
"You're in dang- wait, wait- one hundred and one years...?"
"Yep, says so on your stone. One-oh-one. But you don't look like a rotted carcass, so I suppose that makes you undead. Didn't realize you lot were still growing in number."
You recall stories of the undead- those afflicted with the curse whose souls are whittled away each time they meet death again. You're well aware of the ramifications: all undead are exiled upon discovery.
After being left completely incredulous, you sit up in your casket with a dumb look on your face. "What... What year is it, then?"
"I asked first," he retorts, "what's your name? Your tombstone's got a big gash across the name, like someone tried forcin' it outta the way with a sh-nevermind that's not important."
You can't seem to actually remember your own name...
