In all honesty, I truly thought I was dead for a moment there. When you're being violently engulfed within the final moments of the apokalypse, it helps to go out with a bang. And yet, after all that, I still find myself waking up in place very different than where was when I died.

They say I've been given a second chance. A chance to live a life without the violence and bloodshed I'm so accustomed to. A chance to live a real life…

What they don't understand, is that I was already happy.