Unlike the darkness, so present in people's daily lives, so cold and cruel, but which at the same time can be so warm and gentle.

Unlike the darkness, which seemed to cover up the bodies of those who decided to face it, which seemed to consume everything and everyone with feelings so harmonious, but at the same time, so lonely, that it seemed to stare back at anyone who dared to face it...

White, perhaps was something worse.

Unlike darkness, white had nothing, conveyed nothing. It was not cold, warm, kind, cruel, nothing.

Just white. You couldn't let yourself be consumed by white, you couldn't let your body be embraced by its presence, because it conveyed nothing.

Lee lifted his body and looked at the white around him, he, like that somewhat dead color, felt nothing. Not cold, not heat, he couldn't even feel his own heart beating, but somehow, it didn't scare him.

He stood up, looking around, trying to identify anything but the white, which seemed to have taken the place of all the existing colors, leaving nothing behind.

He tried to walk, but it didn't even seem to move, he tried to talk, but he couldn't hear his voice.

And in spite of that, he was not afraid.

Again, just like the white color, he didn't feel anything.

- Well, I reckon you didn't do it, then.

A voice, so familiar and yet so strange, caught Lee's attention. He turned, or at least it seemed as if he turned.

His eyes became confused when he saw a police car parked right in front of him, in the driver's seat, that same one police officer who had taken him to jail when it all began.

Lee didn't know how, didn't know why, but he felt as if he should get into the car, something was drawing his body towards the car.

And that's exactly what he did.

He opened the back door of the car and sat down exactly where he was before he had that accident.

It was then that he could feel things again, could feel his heart beating in his chest, could hear again. Which was strange, since he heard the sound of the car engine, along with a radio that wouldn't stop talking.

He raised his head, confused, observing the road he was on.

He was leaving Atlanta, however, there were no cars around, there were not the houses he remembered, it was just the car and the road, with a fixed image of the city further behind.

It was all strange, but he wasn't bothered by it, not even bothered when handcuffs magically appeared on his hands.

-Why do you say that? - He asked, not knowing why, but just feeling that he had to ask that question, and his mouth moved almost by itself with this thought in mind.

- Well, a lot of people have sat in that back seat, and generally, that's the time I hear the "I didn't do that," "I'm a good person."

He replied, in the same intonation that Lee remembered, it was almost as if the past was repeating itself again, but in a rather strange way.

-I'm not. - He said after a while, shifting his gaze to the car window, wondering how it was possible for a space to exist where time didn't seem to pass.

Maybe they weren't even moving, even though the sound of the car's engine said otherwise.

It was all confusing, and at the same time, so impossible to happen, it reminded Lee that he was dead.

Maybe, that was the way the afterlife was, who knows.

The officer looked at Lee through the mirror, a warm smile on his lips, different from what Lee remembered, and he remembered that officer vividly.

Not a day went by that he didn't think of him, of the cries of pain he heard while trying to keep his consciousness after the accident, of the sad fact that he had to kill him. He seemed to be a kind man, as well as apparently very wise.

The policeman sighed at Lee, almost relieved, even happy. To tell you the truth, he had liked Lee from the beginning, even if it didn't mean much.

-You're not going to hell, if that's what you're thinking.

The officer said after a while in silence, drawing Lee's curious gaze to himself.

The road had long since ended, and in the blink of an eye, Lee found himself in the overturned car, with the policeman in front of him having his body stained with blood.

Similar to the way he had been before Lee had blown his head off.

- The world has changed a lot, it didn't take the wrath of God to make mortals pay. Especially you, Everett, have changed too. In an... incredible way, perhaps.

He said, and the car disappeared. Lee stood again in the white nothingness.

The surrounding forest disappeared, and only he and the policeman in front of him remained, alone in the nothingness.

- All the people changed. Bandits, cops, husbands, fathers. They all did horrible things, but for the same purpose, to survive.

He began to walk around Lee, or at least, he seemed to try, although his legs moved, he did not move, which made the scene somewhat comical, if it were not for the extremely strange situation in which Lee found himself.

- Animals have lived by this principle for a long time. It is not a sin to kill to stay alive, even if in a cruel way. Of course, there are people who, unfortunately, kill, torture just for satisfaction, or because they feel they can.

His legs stopped moving, and he looked deep into Lee's eyes.

Lee felt exposed, but not in a bad way, as would be normal. He just felt like the officer in front of him could see all his secrets, but he didn't look at him with judgmental eyes, in fact, he even seemed to look at him in a warm way.

- Be it a sheriff's deputy who woke up from a coma two months after everything happened and left to look for his family, be it a teacher who was sentenced to prison for taking another person's life in a fit of rage. Everyone has a second chance, some, the chance for redemption, even if many, not to say most, people think otherwise. Especially in this day and age.

The policeman moved again, and this time he was really getting closer to Lee, and his footsteps echoed through the surrounding area.

As if the sound waves ran through the white walls, as if they were in an invisible room.

- And you, Lee, are one of the few people who firmly believe this. Lee Everett, a cold-blooded killer, according to the media, according to other people.

In front of you, the image of Lee beating the senator to death appeared, as if a large screen came down from the ceiling and played a DVD of his mistakes.

- Lee Everett, the man who beat to near-death and left two men behind, to be devoured alive by the dead.

The scene of Lee beating the St John's unfolded, and Lee felt his fists hurt, burning, as if he was beating the men at that very moment.

- Lee Everett, the man who left three people to be coldly devoured.

The image changed, and showed Lee fighting the three bandits who chased him after the motel. His fists burned once again, his head throbbed at the exact moment he saw being hit by the iron bar, and his abdomen burned in pain at the sight of the machete cutting into his skin.

- Lee Everett, the man who had shot three other men and cheated death, once again.

The image changed again, and his chest burned as he saw the bullets pierce his body. He could feel that intense pain in his torso, but he couldn't groan in pain.

He couldn't say anything, in fact, he didn't want to say anything, he just stood and endured that pain, feeling as if he deserved to go through that one more time after he had done so much harm to other people.

- Lee Everett, the man who killed dozens of people, both with his own hands and by use of the dead. Cruel, cold, inhumanely. And you knew exactly what you were doing.

The image passed slowly, and everything went dark around them. Lee felt the feeling of stabbing those men, the feeling of the fight he had, the feeling of when he lost his eye...

The feeling of cutting his own arm.

He felt all of that, once again. But he didn't dare look away from the screen, he didn't dare open his mouth to complain about that pain, he forced himself to look at everything he did, and he forced himself to feel everything he felt.

Soon after, the eyes of the people he killed appeared on the screen, one next to the other, showing all the people who perished by his hands.

And he had to admit, the list was long.

If the world hadn't changed, he would be considered one of the worst serial killers to ever set foot on earth.

The pain ceased, and he could finally breathe again, panting, with sweat dripping down his face.

The officer looked warmly at Lee, even a little proud. He, more than anyone else, knew what Lee was like, what he thought, what he wanted.

He knew even more than Lee himself.

- Lee Everett, the man who risked his life countless times for others.

The policeman's voice penetrated softly through Lee's ears, and he lifted his head.

The place had changed again, he was in his parents' pharmacy.

It was almost impossible not to cry when he saw his mother, father, and brother looking at him with happy smiles and proud looks behind the counter ahead.

- Lee Everett, the man who tried not to give in to the world. The man who tried to do the right thing, no matter the difficulty. The man who forgave a soul, lost and confused, who did him one of the worst wrongs anyone can do. The man who saw the good hidden in that same soul, and that even after all it had done, would still have the kindness to sacrifice himself for it.

The images of Kenny abandoning him, along with the conversation he had with Clementine in the pharmacy, appeared on the screen in front of him. Lee couldn't look away, it was as if he was hypnotized by it.

- Lee Everett, the man who gave his life for a little girl who was practically a stranger. The man who cared for and loved this little girl as if she were his own blood. The man who would give his life for her no matter how many times it took, without hesitation.

The image of Clementine smiling in his direction made Lee smile warmly at her, feeling the small tear that ran down his face, feeling his chest warm up at the sight of that little face he loved so much.

- I know very well what you think, Lee. I know what everyone thinks. The world has been made a horrible place by man's own hand, but there are still people worth saving, you, for example.

The screen disappeared in the blink of an eye, and his surroundings returned to that empty white. Lee looked at the policeman, who had his arms crossed and was smiling in his direction.

- You've changed, you've done horrible, inhuman, cruel things. But it's not your fault. That little girl will change, she'll do horrible, inhuman, cruel things. But, it's not her fault. You tried, I know you tried, as hard as you could, and for that, a lot of people are proud of you.

The scene changed again, and Lee stood still, quiet, he couldn't even breathe, but he didn't seem to need it.

In front of him he saw his own body lying there, without his arm, his wounded eye now clean, without all the blood that stained his face.

- You, my friend, will do even more cruel things, you will still take many lives. But again, it is not your fault. The world has changed by human hands, and humans will have to be punished for it. Part of the punishment chosen for the human race, is to live in the world you yourselves have created. Consider this your ultimate punishment, and at the same time, your redemption. You still have one more job to do, you will still suffer a lot, you will still see horrible things, you will still be on the verge of madness, this is your punishment...

Lee felt his body grow heavier, his eyes began to close against his will, as if they were being forced by a greater force. His legs felt shaky, and his body went numb.

- But if you can endure all this, you will find redemption at the end of the road. All souls have this opportunity, but only a few actually achieve their goal. We will see each other again when the time comes. Until then, good luck.

The policeman's voice seemed to change, his body seemed to change shape, but Lee couldn't see what had happened.

His legs gave way and his body hit the ground, the last thing he saw was a pair of feet turn around and walk into the darkness ahead.

Lee's eyes closed, and his body was consumed by darkness itself.

He still had many questions in his head, many things he wanted to know. He felt as if he had just had a crazy dream, but one that seemed very real.

He didn't remember this dream very well, only a white room, and talking to a policeman, in which he couldn't see his face.

Lee groaned in pain as he moved his body, he was as sore as he remembered. His eyes were so tired that he had to make some effort to open the one eye he still had.

He looked confused at the place he was in, strangely familiar. There was some medicine on the tables in front of him, some tubes were connected to his nose, some needles pierced the veins in his only remaining arm.

He tried to get up, but the pain and numbness were too intense.

The door opened, and he was startled, trying to reach for the machete he always left nearby, but not finding it.

His eyes then widened as he saw the person passing by the door, who, as soon as he saw him, widened his eyes and became paralyzed.

-... Holy shit...

The man said softly, not believing his eyes, and Lee could say the same, he was as surprised as the man.

-... Kenny...? - He said weakly, only now realizing how much his voice had changed. And only now remembering the things he had done.