Author's Note: Thanks for waiting! I've finally decided on what direction I've wanted to take this series. I hope you all will like it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Disclaimer: Same as last time.

Chapter 2

The rip he came through was promptly sealed through a light brush of his fingers. Harry's cloak settled around him to conceal his form, successfully hiding his skeletal visage from the new world, not that it was necessary as he would see in a moment. He then took the first look at his new surroundings as he hovered, unseen, in the air.

To put it nicely, it was a wasteland of death and destruction. He was in what resembled a metropolitan city; high buildings devoid of life and light were heavily eroded, suggesting they had been abandoned for some time. The streets, deserted and cracked, were home to viney plants as they pushed their way out of the once smooth concrete. The lack of sound and life reminded him of the empty vacuum he came from just moments ago.

The strangest part of this new reality, Harry mused, were the hordes of living dead that stood like silent sigils in the streets. Some were more put together than others, but most, if not all, had some aura of death or decay about them. He decided he liked it.

At least the planet wasn't covered in bugs like some of the planets his being knew of. Knowledge of those worlds were some of the more disturbing bits he received during his space nap.

"There must be some form of life on this world in some form or another" Harry thought to himself. The universe's (or should he say THIS universe's) whispers agreed with his sentiment, telling him this new world still had pockets of human life still remaining after the apocalypse of the undead meat munchers had started. "Alright!" he exclaimed happily, "let's go somewhere not filled with dead meat bags!"

Gliding down effortlessly like a lethifold from the sky, Harry touched the ground without so much as a whisper in order to not disturb the aptly dubbed 'dead-heads' in his mind, and started walking to the nearest source of human life he could sense. As he walked, his form shifted to something similar to that of what he looked like as a human, if not a little older. The young 20 something's deathly cloak became blue jeans and a black t-shirt, a backpack with some survival 'essentials' inside materializing around his back.

Harry whistled merrily as he walked out of the city of the dead, smiling all the way.