Revenge is Best Served Cold

Rebirth

I was panting, having escaped the certain death I was meant to have. The cold seemed to get into my bones at that point. The thick metal collar fell off my neck and I coughed the rotten water out of my lungs.

I was dead. Completely and utterly a ghost, but still breathing and hurting like a mother fucker.

I was scared to death of the liberty being dead has brought me. Then a wild grin crossed my face.

Finally.