'What am I running from? It's too dark to tell. I can't see or hear anything but I'm too afraid to stop. Why am I afraid to stop? There's nothing back there...is there? I can't...see it. I can't hear it. But, I feel it. It's close and it's angry.' I felt my throat close up and I began to gag. My hands shot up to my throat instinctively and I massaged small circles on my neck in hopes that I could fix it. No matter what I did though, it wouldn't work. I couldn't yell or scream or anything. I was dying.

'Aren't I already dead? That would explain the darkness but..it doesn't feel like death. It feels like something worse. Much worse.'

My eyes opened immediately and I was greeted with the splattering sound of water hitting stone nearby. I sat up and my eyes swept over the room; carefully taking in my surroundings. The room was rather small and dimly lit by a couple of torches hanging off the wall. There was a small table in the corner with utensils and tools along with a coffin beside it. I stood up from the floor and started to walk towards the table when I noticed some unlit stairs to my left and decided to take those instead. They led upwards and out of what I discovered was a crypt. I stood back and eyed the partially destroyed stone building for a moment and then brought my hands up mid chest and studied them. My eyes wandered from my thick, pointed, yellow finger nails to my pale blue skin and then to the bones sticking out where my elbows were. 'Why...?' I began to think but was interrupted by someone else.

"Oi!"

I turned around and saw an undead man with a purple mohawk and a slack jaw sitting on the ground a couple feet away. I walked over to him. "Yea?" I asked.

"It's about time you woke up, you bastard." he grumbled and proceeded to grab a giant book next to him and thumb through it.

"Excuse me?" I said, fairly annoyed at being talked to this way by a stranger.

"Are you the deaf guy?" the undead asked; pondering for a moment. "No...wait. Nope, he woke up long before you." He continued flipping through the book; his eyes quickly skimming the pages' contents as he did so.

"I'm confused..." I confessed.

"Well, give me just a damn minute. Geez, newcomers are so damn annoying." he ranted. I watched him flip through some more pages and when he got close to the end, he finally stopped. "Ahhh, yes. Here we go. You are number 130376. You died two weeks ago due to...oh ho ho ho!" he cackled.

I furrowed my eyebrows, annoyance written clearly on my face. "What? What's so funny?" I demanded.

"You died from an Alliance ambush," he said with a grin and dug inside his torn and dirty trousers for something to write with.

I could feel my face burning with anger. I could take a lot of things but being mocked for dying? However, I bit my tongue and fought back any insults I wanted to tell him."And that's funny how?" I inquired; i felt my voice shaking.

"It's funny because you were Alliance before you died. So obviously there's some traitors among those grimy, no good pygmy herders." he explained.

I thought about what he said for a moment. So..I had been Alliance before? And...people who were ALSO from the Alliance...ambushed me? I couldn't recall any of it...Was he lying? I wasn't sure if I could trust him but at the same time... Could this be a joke? An elaborate prank set up by someone? No. It was way too real. And, besides, I don't...remember anything. Nothing that happened before. Why don't I remember? While standing there, I tried hard to go back into my mind; to dig up a memory. But, after several moments I decided that it was no use and I felt a headache coming on to make things worse.

"Anyway, listen numb nuts. I need..." he stopped and I looked up at once to see that his jaw had fallen off and was sitting at my feet. "El, eck et uhhhhh" he mumbled; pointing at his detached part inches from my toes.

I gave him a stare before bending down and grasping the bone. I tossed it on his book and watched as he spent several minutes reattaching it to his face.

"Geez, jackass. Way to stand there and watch," he muttered. "Just because your jaw is intact doesn't mean it won't ever happen to you." he said eying my surprised face and then cackling madly. "Now, onto business. We need a name from you."

"What?" I questioned.

"Sorry, that one seems to be taken." he replied with another scratchy laugh.

I rolled my eyes and took a moment to think. I...Did I have a name? I don't recall anything. "I don't recall having a name?" I said; looking at him confused.

He just sighed at me as if this was the most obvious thing in the world, "Of course not, not many do. You're a different person now. You pick a new name and you go from there. Get it?" he asked; shaking his pen up and down to get the ink running. "Now, hurry up, times' a wasting." he chortled.

I really didn't know a name. I could've probably come up with something if I wasn't required to think about it on the spot but the fact that it was needed now threw me for a bit of a loop. "Umm...Sirius." I said finally.

"Why so?" he asked before breaking into a grin. I only shook my head and rolled my eyes as I heard another symphony of laughter come from him. "It fits you perfectly, you know." he continued.

"I guess." I wasn't even sure where that name had come from.

"Last name?" he asked while scribbling inside his book quickly.

"Um..Is it needed?" I inquired; looking at him hard. Coming up with a first name was hard enough.

"Not really, I suppose," he paused a moment; pen on his lip as he thought. "It helps though."

"I'd rather not have one."

"Alright. Well, that's it," he pushed himself to his feet and returned the writing utensil back into his pants pocket. Grabbing the book off the ground, he turned and look at me. "Enjoy your new life." he grinned.

I gave him a hard look, "Yea...right."

He walked up to me and stood inches from my face. "Listen, mate. I was like you too when I first died. I was a bitter old fuck as well. And, sure, you can be. You have reasons too. You're thrown into a life that you didn't ask for," he paused a brief moment to heave the book into his arms and closer to his chest. "But, the thing is. You can't do anything about it. So, you can either stay mad at the world or you can take it for what it is and lighten up." he then turned and continued down the path leading away from the crypt and cemetery.

I stood a moment watching him and thinking about what he had said. He was right, but at the same time I didn't really care. I don't think I want to lighten up, at least not anytime soon. I was so confused. There were so many things I wanted to ask...to know. I just wanted to remember. I think that was the most frustrating part of all. Dying and coming back on an entire different faction was one thing, but having no information on who I was or what I had done? Ridiculous and unfair.