A sudden rush of oxygen flushed his lungs, causing the figure on the sunken bed to gasp painfully to life, taking a bit of time to catch his breath before slowly rising from his previous position. His eyes quickly shifted, scanning the foreign room for a fragment of partial remembrance. None of course at the time could be found, for most of the things in this room were taken, save the broken television on the floor, a few clothes laying on the ground, and the bed. He breathed slowly, figuring that now it was safe for him to at least slowly get situated, and with the movement of his sore joints, a slight wince erupted from his esophagus, this triggering yet another painful surge of nerves in his throat, his hand rushing to the spot and gently caressing it with his fingers. His first instinct was to get a glass of water and with that, he sluggishly threw his legs over his bed, letting the bare feet touch the soft carpet beneath before he lifted himself up. At first, his legs trembled and that alone was enough to make him collapse on his own weight, he groaned loudly at this and tried his best to lift himself. It was a slow and painful action, he needed help sustaining his own weight, so he grasped the door frame with his hand, clenching the jade colored wood in an attempt to keep himself upright.
With trial and error(Lots of it), the man had finally made it into the bathroom, slowly flipping the switch with his finger to let the light flash on, though it was dim, he could still see a little around the room, looking to the bathtub to find that it was not there. He raised an eyebrow wanting to sigh, it wasn't much of a surprise now because of the earlier events of stolen goods. The mirror in the bathroom however was smashed in the middle, leaving small shard like fragments in the socket of the former mirror and a few shards lay on the floor below, one seemingly embedded in is right foot, blood trickling from the wound in his sole. He frowned immensely at this, not having felt a thing, and what's more was that the color of his blood was...a sickly black, not having an ounce of red in the puddle. He lifted his foot up, propping it onto the sink and placed two digits towards the cut, slowly pulling the shard out and examining it, it looked rather old and dusty, but the most peculiar thing was that the wound in his food creased it's bleeding almost instantly, though did not heal up like those in a movie. It had taken him a long time to figure out what was wrong with him, the soreness of joints, the cease of bleeding, the black blood...And now it seems that with a bit of focus, he noticed the sickly green pigment of his skin. An expression of pure shock smacked into his face once he figured out what had happened, he backed away, falling onto his posterior and looking at his hands, patting his arms and legs profusely in an attempt to see if he had feeling anymore, it was faint, but he did, and he breathed out a sight, glad that even in death, he was alive.
With the right amount of time, he slowly rose from his position once more, glancing back in the mirror to view his appearance, something flashing across his brain, giving him a hint as to what he would previously look like, his hands seemed to pat the front and back of his jeans, successfully finding the wallet in his back pocket and lifting it to his face, slowly he pulled the thing apart and looked to his Identification, he looked young, it said on the card that he was twenty, born the seventeenth of April, nineteen-ninety-three. His hair was of short to medium threshold, it being the ethnicity of a dirty blonde, and held few thick locks. His eyes were a bluish-green, his skin that of a peachy color, and he seemed to wear a blue jacket, white shirt, and black pants. He stood six feet, three inches, weighed approximately one-hundred-eighty-four pounds, and had a rather built physique from previous workouts before something like this had happened, he even wore a pair of glasses! But now, now he looked the same, but different in the ways that his features were altered with the death of himself.
His hair had grown, it now running down his the base of his neck and was shaggy, the pigment seeming to flee the locks of hair, leaving it a snow white in appearance, save the few hairs that held a bit of brown and blonde in them. His eyes had shifted, the whites of his eyes now a sickly grey, and his pupils now bright red, his pupils slightly slit, an interesting introduction. His glasses, which were on at the moment, was cracked in one lens. He currently wore his faded jacket, his blood stained shirt, and his grayish jeans, though upon further inspection, he ripped his jacket open, looking to the blood stain, finding that the wound of bullet stood there, black blood dried in the area around it. He groaned out loudly, it coming out more as a screech that caused his throat to feel much drier than it was, it sounded almost like it came from an animal... He looked surprised at first, almost like what had just happened had scared even him. He blinked, looking around slightly before leaving the room, he furrowed his white brows and entered the previous room, looking to the window to find the bright sun just rising over the horizon, the sunlight making him back away quickly and cover his eyes, it almost blinding. What had happened? He was dead, yet alive! And...he was hungry, what was there to eat? He pondered the question and headed into the kitchen.
When he was near the entrance of the kitchen, he was assaulted by the stench of rotten food and drink, this made him gag a few times, pushing the cloth covered arm against his face, breathing through the thick fabric in an attempt to block the ungodly stench from his nostrils. He didn't remember his smelling to be this good, what was the reason for such a thing? Possibly the side effects of what had happened before, he did become a beast after all, maybe this was part of his deathly evolution? Besides the deepness of his thoughts, he approached the refrigerator, hesitating to pull the door open, and when it was open he almost threw up his stomach. Inside, sat multiple foods covered with mold and maggots, the entire thing was literally lined with them, he slammed the door shut and went to the actual door, pressing against the door and opening it, only to find that the hallway was pitch black, his iris's dilating wide, quickly giving him a better view of the darkness, just then however, he heard something down the hall...It squished, and ripped, and it seemed to be some sort of object being dragged across the carpet. His ears twitched at the sound and he went to investigate, only to be shocked by the outcome.
Authors note: Well then guys, after like two years of leaving the site, i figured i'd at least redo this story of mine, make it better and even see if people would want to read it, if so, give me some reviews guys! I'd love to continue it, it may be slow at first, but it'll get going soon enough.