In your last moments of life ,would you embrace it like the arrival of an old friend. Or will you fear it like the intrusion of a thief. Or will you do nothing because you won't recognize your last moments as your last moments till its there.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1 year ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Let her go or I'll kill you"

Rose and Isaiah turned to me. Rose gave me her "what the hell are you doing " look.

Saving you, I thought. I stood in the small wooden doorway, framed in sunlight. I held Rose's gun ,that she dropped. I felt my heart race, my palms sweated ,Isaiah looked at me for a few minutes, it's like he knew or could sense my fear. I mean I was scared, scared for myself and for Rose.

"Sure." Isaiah finally said. He sounded bored. "Try it."

I raised the gun and fired over and over again, but nothing happened. I glanced at the gun for an instant, but when I looked back up ,all I saw was Rose, but Isaiah had vanished, I then felt these cold ,lifeless hands on my head. It felt like death was right behind me, and he was going to give me a hug.

No, fair. I thought I don't want to die like this. But, then I actually saw my life flash before my eyes, or the life I could have had. Suddenly ,I was twenty, then I was middle-aged, then I was old wand withered ,holding a walker. I then saw my tombstone and a coffin being lowered down. I saw all this in less than a second.

I felt my eyes go wide. Finally, everything went dark, cold darkness and death surrounded me in it's embrace.

The guardians used to tell us stories when we were little, They said that there are many lives inside of us. Spirits lie within, both gentle and vicious ,light and dark. Waiting for their turn. If one part dies ,another will take its place. Different, stronger and better than before, ….or so, they say. I'm not sure I believe in all that crap though, after all its only a story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now (Present time)~~~~~~~~~

Something's wrong. I can't be here. I'm suppose to be dead. I'm not suppose to be gasping for air in this wooden coffin. Stop moving, damn it body, why am I digging myself out, go back to being dead.

When I completely got out of the ground ,I saw that the sky was dark. It was raining, and the rain was washing some of the dirt off of me. I swear, it felt amazing , I think I smiled. The storm made it darker than it already was, making it impossible to see, through any eyes. But ,all I could see was the distant glow of the church.

The earth was muddy. I touched my face ,feeling all skin , a little surprised ,there wasn't any rotting flesh on me ,I grinned the whole time.

Am I really …alive?! I though running my hands through my hair. The sound of boots on mud, caught my attention and disrupted my "reunion" ,I stood still on the ground as the man came forward, all I could make out from him was a simple tarnish raincoat and I couldn't make his face out. He did remind me of someone I knew when I was alive. Some sort of resemblance.

"Welcome back ,Mr. Ashford. I have a job for you."

Who's to say who we really are? Our inherited impulses, our darkest desires. They're all in us, its in our blood.

Maybe all we really need is the perfect chance to let them out.

All we really need is freedom.

~Anybody wanna guess who brought Mason back review and you get free cookies~