"Guardian? Guardian. Eyes up guardian."
From that moment on, I was alive.
I cannot tell you what death feels like, but I can tell you that I have felt it apparently. According to the first thing I have seen since then anyway, which is my "Ghost".
"You have been dead for thousands of years, and there will be many things you do not understand. But, there are no time for questions, we have to get you back to the city."
"What?" I asked in great confusion. "Who are you? What are you? Where am I?" I started to take notice in my surroundings to try to answer the last question. I was in a musty, broken down house. The yellow wallpaper was torn down and molded. Thick vegetation was growing over the wooden walls and concrete floors. The only sources of light were the open door, a small window, and this weird polygonal floating robot I have been talking to, which presumably revived me.
"I am a ghost. Well actually, I am your ghost. This is the European Dead Zone. We are not safe here. We must go now." I struggled, toppling over a few times, but I eventually stood up from the concrete floor I was laying in earlier.
I then took a moment to notice myself. I was wearing greyish-brown body armor with a helmet, covering me from head to toe. It felt comfortable. Definitely some sort of metal on the outside. But the weirdest thing is, it felt so weirdly, right. Why would I wear something like this? I thought.
This was all very alien to me. I had only been alive for 5 minutes now and it felt like I was already losing sanity. The world spun around me as I attempted to think clearly. Why was I chosen to come back? How did I die? Why can't I remember anything?
"Come on" said the ghost as it lead me through the doorway. I followed it, only to reveal a giant street full of houses, which were also molded and vegetated. "So why exactly is this place dangerous?" I asked nervously. "The Fallen," said the ghost. Fear struck my heart as I started to bare the truth that someone, or something, was out to kill me.
"And what exactly is 'The Fallen'?" The ghost sighed, almost getting annoyed. "The fallen is an alien race that will try to kill you, okay?" Great. An entire race of people out to kill me. "Good to know. Where to?" I asked, getting tired of just standing there.
"Down the road the road is stopped by a forest. We will traverse the forest, and there will be an airport so then we can hopefully find a ship there. But what we will definitely find there are Fallen. I'm not the biggest fan of this plan either, but it's our only chance."
"Is there anyway I can defend myself from these fallen people?" I asked hopefully. "I searched every house in this area looking for people like you, and I don't recall finding a gun. Unfortunately." Crap.
We didn't speak after that. We just stuck with the plan, and walked, and walked, and walked. After about five miles of hiking through the forest, we finally reached the very large airport. "Before we potentially die, what is your name?" The ghost asked, genuinely curious.
That was a good question. I never really thought of it either. I tried so hard to remember, and it was a struggle. But after 30 seconds, I finally remembered it.
"Literus," I finally said. "It's Literus."
"Good name," said the ghost. "Let's find that ship."
Author's Note: Well, thank you for taking the time to read my story so far. I am a complete beginner to fanfiction, so any sort of criticism would be great. Please review and have great day.