Post by deadman on Aug 16, 2006 3:14:23 GMT -5
Somehow I’ve animated myself. He thought, then frowned at the realization that he really wasn’t him anymore. If I’m dead, then my …. Soul… is already gone. All that’s left of me is an echo of my psychic energy. Why then am I so aware? How am I still thinking, still in control?
Dead Man was making his way methodically through the woods, heading towards the interstate. Every now and again he’d stumble as his mind would be distracted by wracks of pain. The metamorphosis was excruciating… he was becoming more than dead. Worse, his blood and bodily fluids had already congealed in his lower extremities. Fortunately it was nice enough to feel like the need to pee when he expelled it through his lower orifices – and he didn’t litter the inside of his pants with sticky dead blood.
His thoughts floated back to the only corpse he’d ever animated permanently… and the only one to ever be in full control. A man who’d called himself only Zombi, and intentionally prepared for a year for Dead Man’s power to be used on him posthumously.
He had prepared, and it let him keep more of his mind when his energy left upon death… maybe Dead Man had kept most of it? What was he now, though? Mostly man? A specter? A wraith who clings onto life when it should be dead?
Dead Man was making his way methodically through the woods, heading towards the interstate. Every now and again he’d stumble as his mind would be distracted by wracks of pain. The metamorphosis was excruciating… he was becoming more than dead. Worse, his blood and bodily fluids had already congealed in his lower extremities. Fortunately it was nice enough to feel like the need to pee when he expelled it through his lower orifices – and he didn’t litter the inside of his pants with sticky dead blood.
His thoughts floated back to the only corpse he’d ever animated permanently… and the only one to ever be in full control. A man who’d called himself only Zombi, and intentionally prepared for a year for Dead Man’s power to be used on him posthumously.
He had prepared, and it let him keep more of his mind when his energy left upon death… maybe Dead Man had kept most of it? What was he now, though? Mostly man? A specter? A wraith who clings onto life when it should be dead?