"......Hmm...? Is this...?" Darkness enveloped the body of the recently fallen hero, eyelids closed shut, somewhat finding comfort in death's sweet embrace.
"It's so...calm..." He thought, the previous events returning all at once, ending the feeling of calmness that had taken over his body, shifting to a subtle unease.
"Oh, yeah...that," he manages a weak mumble, "I failed her...I'm sorry, Asia, I couldn't save you." He mourns, the images of Asia flashing in his mind.
Physical senses here are limited, bodily functions strongly restricted, but the emotional ones? These seem to be stronger.
Disappointment, a feeling so strong it felt like a physical blow, the certainty of knowing he could have done better, gnawed at his chest tightly, so much it was suffocating.
He manages to open his eyelids slightly, giving him a view of the infinite darkness around him. He tried to move, but to no avail. His movements were greatly limited. The simple action of lifting an arm required a Herculean effort, as if a heavy weight were resting on it.
"That's... different." He thought, "This feels like that time I met Madrona, but at the same time it doesn't."
"...-/n? Y/n!" He hears a familiar voice, a feminine one, laced with concern, yelling his name. The voice was muffled, barely audible, but in the soft hum of nothingness, it seemed to be clear. Y/n couldn't tell who it belonged to.
The voice seemed to get closer, louder, saying reassuring things he couldn't quite make out. "Come on don't you die on me now. We just turned into allies!" The voice pleads. "I hope you can forgive me..."
"Do what? What are you talking about?" Y/n asks, confused by what is happening. He's as good as gone at the moment. "There's no way back" he'd think, so what is this voice talking about?
He hoped that, by some miracle, the voice would hear his question and say something about it, but. . . Nothing... Nothing more could be heard afterwards but the nothingness' humming.
As if on cue, Y/n could feel his consciousness relaxing as the seconds passed. Drowsiness taking over, and his barely open eyes closed again.
"As I thought, it was no use..." He thinks, his voice thick with defeat. "I just wish I could see Amy again." He remembers the nurse he had grown fond of. Her infectious laugh that filled the room, her adorable cheerfulness, their moments of caring for each other when a particularly strong zombie breached the city's defences (Cody), and bruised Amy's arm... All moments that'll never come back...
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The sunrays of the morning sun hit Y/n's face through the floor to ceiling window, its warmth a stark contrast to the coldness of the void in his body.
The hero's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision a bit blurry. A few blinks later, his vision refocuses and he takes in the sight familiar.
"I know this ceiling" he mutters, lifting his torso so he's now sitting. His half-lidded eyes explore the familiar sight of his bedroom. There's his clock, his TV, his wardrobe with the newly bought . The room was a little messy, just like he let it the last time he went out.
That's when it hit him, eyes widening in realization "Wait a minute..." He paused, reaching for his arm and giving it a light pinch. The sharp pain, usually uncomfortable, was very welcome in this situation. A reminder that he was undeniably...
"Alive..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"I'M ALIVE!!!" He stood up on the bed. His hands traveled over his body, searching for any signs of injuries or scars. He didn't find any, luckily.
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FanfictionY/N was your average 18 year old young man. Always standing for the weak, putting bullies in their place. During his time in his original world, bullies learned to fear him. But this name he created didn't come easily. There were many times when he...
