DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ReBoot! Clearly, I am not Amy Tintera. There is no way I'd ever be able to think up an idea as genius as her story!

Chapter 1

My eyes flickered open.

There was no fire, no smoke, no screams...

"Just a dream..."

I know better than to think that what had just happened was "just a dream." Six months ago I did die. Yet, here I am, six months later with no injuries and barely any recollection of my death. All I know is that I died a terrible death, surrounded by flames and guns...I don't know how I died, I just know I'm not living.

"I am living...I'm just not alive..."

After I died, I somehow "woke up." But when I woke up there was no fire, or ashes. The world was silent, the fire had gone out...

It was almost as if years had passed...

I roll onto my back and look up at the night sky above me. Ever since I've "woken up" I've lived like a nomad. I move from place to place, avoiding the little civilization left in North America.

For all I know, every city and town in the world could be gone. Everything may have already been burnt to the ground.

For all I know, I could be the only person left alive.

"You're not alive...You're living, but you aren't alive."

I don't like thinking back to the night I died...

"Is it considered death, if you woke up as if nothing ever happened?"

The night I "died" was the worst night of my life, but if I hadn't died I wouldn't have changed. Ever since that night I've been stronger than I once was. I can fight off anyone, even if they're ten times my size. I'm faster, braver, smarter...

Nothing about me is the same except my appearance. I have the same wavy brown hair, same pale skin, same bone structure...

"But my eyes..."

My eyes are what's different. My once warm brown eyes, are now a shimmering golden color. Besides that though, I look the same.

I even sound the same as I did six months ago when I died.

I could easily step back into my old life, and take on the role of Elizabeth Stroder once again if anyone who knew me were still alive.

But even if they all were alive they'd know that I'm different.

Elizabeth Stroder was a good girl. Everything she did was perfect. She was beautiful, and always knew what to say. She was funny, and loveable. Elizabeth Stroder never spoke back to adults, and was probably the most respectful thirteen year old girl to ever live.

It's a shame that Elizabeth Stroder is dead though; That she's been replaced by Liz.

Liz is stronger than Elizabeth. Liz is faster than Elizabeth. Liz is smarter than Elizabeth. But most importantly, Liz is dangerous. She's ferocious, a killer. She's impulsive, and brave. She's cunning and manipulative. She's perfect in her own way.

"New and improved..."

I still remember the day I died. It didn't start bad, in fact it had all started out like a normal day...

Or, at least I think it was a normal day...

Lately I've found it hard to remember the details from my old life. I can barely even remember what my parents looked like, or if I had any friends. All of my memories from before have seemed hazy ever since I woke up.

Even my death, a recent memory, is hard to recall sometimes. Of course, I remember the major details of my death...

I know I died in a fire...or was I shot?

"There's no point in trying to remember everything. What happened is in the past. There's no point in trying to remember all the details from before. You're dead. That's all you need to know...That's all that matters."

Usually the only time I manage to remember much is when I'm asleep. My dreams are the only connection I seem to have with my other life.

The few dreams I have now are dark...everyone seems sick, and depressed. When I wake from them I'm almost always covered in a cold layer of sweat, and I can't help but feel a pang of grief...

"Grief is better than nothing..."

After I died, my emotions changed. I rarely feel sadness, or anger unless I want to. Most of the time I only feel neutral, or numb. I don't feel pain of any kind unless I'm dreaming. When I'm dreaming it's like Liz is gone, and I'm still alive; I'm still Elizabeth Stroder.

Sometimes I feel like I'm two people. When I sleep I become Elizabeth. When I'm awake I am Liz. Sometimes I wish I could be both of them. Kind and funny like Elizabeth. Strong and fast like Liz.

"Why can't I be them both? Why can't I be emotional, yet strong? Why?"

I roll back onto my side and silence my thoughts.

Right now, I'm curled up in a ball, hidden behind an over-grown bush. Despite my new-found strength, I know better than to sleep in the open. Not all people are kind like I once was. People now are savage, and would kill me if they found me sleeping on a path in the middle of the woods, but not before they'd steal all of my stuff.

I tried to go back to sleep, but for some reason my eyes wouldn't shut. I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and then I heard it...

Boom.

I feel like I made it sound like Liz was a bit crazy. I'm sorry if this chapter was really confusing and hard to follow. I just wanted Liz to think back on her life before she died in a really vague way. I wanted her to remember how she was a "good girl" and now how she's all emotionless, and just looking for something to make her feel again. If my writing confused anyone, I'm super sorry :(

If anybody thinks I could explain something better, or add in something/grammar/detail, leave a review. I'm open to constructive criticism. After all, it'll make me a better writer :)

Thanks for reading, please stick around for the next chapter!