This world is so cold. It's been seven years since it has started and last of us is finally coming to an end. I was "lucky" enough to survive since the beginning and since then it's felt like hell. I finally thought it would be better to end it myself. The only way I would die at this point is by starvation or disease. I've done everything I've wanted, all of my family is dead, I don't have the power to create the new age, so at this point I think it's right to just end this horror story by myself.

I turn around to the outside of the cave. All I saw was a haze. I was only about 50 meters high and half-way down I only saw the haze covering. I thought to myself 'It's from the bombs isn't it?' 'Why did it have to be like this?' was all I thought. I turn around and walk further into the darkness I now call the end.

At the end of a tunnel was a stone throne I made for myself. It was my "death bed." "Well. I think it's time I say goodbye." I say to myself, "I can only hope that it's an eternity of peace after this."

I set myself within the throne to wear I cannot fall off if I fall asleep and I'm clearly visible to the outside world. I lay there looking towards the starless sky at the end of the cave.

'Why did it half to end like this…' Tears start running down my face as I recollect all of the past events I have encountered throughout the past seven years. All of my loved ones were killed early on and the only motivation that I had to go through that homicide was the hope that it would end and the aftermath would make my life so much better.

'Who am I kidding, I only did it because I thought I could make this world something better.' I thought, 'I never had the capability to do something like that.'

"I think it's time. I've lived enough of this horrid world."

I then follow the procedure the United States used on death row. I inject myself with sodium thiopental and let it set for two seconds. I follow up with flushing with saline to quicken its travel through my bloodstream. My final injection is potassium chloride which will stop my heart.

I just sit there in my chair thinking of how my life had could of gotten so much better. I finally close my eyes as I know that I am on death's door. 'The moment of truth' I thought as I had a smile on my face.

"Finally it's over…"

As soon as I knew I had died, I felt a strange warmth. It didn't feel new or somewhere else but rather I had been here before. No, not exactly. It's not the same feeling I had before. I didn't have to breath, sleep, or consume anything. I just laid there in an eternal peace.

What I have wanted for so long...

I laid there for nine months in that peace. I never wanted to leave and I still continue so. I only have a slight consciousness that vanishes on and off.

…

I felt a slight tug. A pushing motion around me pushed me towards an exit. I finally begin to feel a bit of control over what I have. I open my eyes to see a light in the distant. A very small light. The push kept getting stronger and stronger and I hated it more and more. I wished it to stop. I didn't want to leave this peace that I was in. I began to cry softly as I was pushed out.

I was being held by something much bigger than me. I felt minuscule and one horrid realization hit me. I felt a pain in my chest, a pain that told me that I needed to breath. I struggled with breathing and it felt new and painful to me.

That is when I felt it. The sudden horror hit me and it hit hard. I could remember everything. The horror of a life I had before had come back, as memories. I cried. The only thing I could do after I dealt with that horrid reality. It hadn't gone away, it had only come back to haunt me even more. And with that horrid realization I had finally knew what was going on around me. I had been reborn. Reincarnated.

A/N: This chapter and the next will be about my OC's past before the main story line. Also want to point out that at the beginning, what he goes through is meant to be mysterious and will be explained in a chapter in the future.