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14 years later...

The kingdom of Canopy was calm for once...too bad it wouldn't be that way for long, what with the Medici Mafia still running around and all. And not to mention the new skullgirl is on the loose too. And even then...things were still getting worse.

"Uggh. What the-...fuck?" I said as I tried to examine my surrounding.

All I could see was pitch black darkness. I then noticed I was lying down for some odd reason; on a cushion of some sorts. I tried to sit up but my forehead collided with something hard. "OW SHIT!" I yelled as I rubbed my forehead. Suddenly, I began to have flashbacks from a specific night. Unfortunately, I all could see were fragments of memories from a horrfic night. I could remember absolute chaos at an opera house. People running, gun fire, dead bodies and...and a gun pointed at my chest. I realized what happened. After putting the fragment of memories together like a puzzle I came to the conclusion that..I was dead. This pitch dark place isn't Limbo or some kind of room; it is my coffin.

"Shit...oh shit oh shit. I-I can't belie-...I gotta' get out of here!" I exclaimed

I began to bang rapidly on the top of the coffin, hoping it would open. No luck. I then resorted punching it as hard as I could until my fingers bleed, which was weird because my fingers felt kind of...odd. After minutes of punching the top of my coffin, I heard a loud crack. The coffin came loose. Dirt was filling the inside of the coffin the more I tried to force open the top. I then began to frantically dig my way to the top. I clawed my way up with nothing but fear driving me to do so. I clawed and clawed until I could feel my fingers emerge from the cold earth. "Huh? There!" I yelled as I clawed even faster. After all that digging I had finally reached the surface just to be met with the sight of the moon. My fear was replaced with another sensation. This sensation I was feeling it was so...peaceful. I rose from the ground and began to wander around what appeared to be a graveyard.

"My god...I can't believe this. I can't reall be dead...can I? Is this a dream?" I asked myself.

As I walked further through the graveyard I could see a light moving in the distance. I squinted my eyes to see if I could find the source of the light but the fog was too much. As I moved closer and closer I could see people. They had their backs towards me but from what I could see there were five of them. A woman and a man were present and accompanying them were three children who looked to be somewhere between the ages of eight to twelve. There was something odd about the family though I..I just couldn't put my finger on it. Finding my current distance from them to close enough, I cleared my throat. "Hey um..excuse me." I said, trying to get their attention. The family turned to me.

"I was wondering, where am I-"

"AAAAHHHHHHH" The woman interrupted with a loud shriek of terror.

"WOAH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO-"

"KIDS RUN TO THE CAR NOW!" The man commanded.

I stepped closer to them with my hand extended; signaling them to calm down since I ment no harm to them. However, once I got a look at my hands the reason for the family's fear for me became an understanding. My hand were nothing but dirty bones. No skin, no flesh, and no tissue. "WHAT THE HELL!? D-DON'T JUST STAND THERE! H-HELP ME OUT! I yelled. The only response I got were more shrieks of terror. The family had left and I was there alone. I bought my hands up to my head only to feel that one half of my head was nothing but bone and the other half was flesh.

"What the-...what the hell is wrong with my face?" I asked in a voice.

Half of my face was nothing but bone and the other half was still flesh. That was enough to convince me that...I was indeed an undead monster