A Hobbit Of Westeros

PART VII: OUT WITH THE OLD...

Jon opened his eyes, only they weren't open. He was still dead, but his mind was not. In this mental image, he stood up and walked around the void in his mind. "What the hell?" He whispered to himself. There were no longer flames surrounding his view, only black and blue surges of electricity covering his sight. He looked down and saw his feet, his hands, the arrow...

But he WAS dead. He could feel the never ending sleep coming over him, and these eternal dreams that he had been sentenced to. He wanted to escape! He had to evade the void of eternal dreaming and end his life for good. But how? He had no control over the real existence of the worlds of actual life. He sat down in the void, and felt himself falling. He landed on a platform, but he still saw the same blue and black electrical surges below him and all around him. But now there was ground. "PLEASE! I NEED A WAY OUT OF HERE!" He shouted in his head. And then he fell again, but this time when he landed.   He woke up....FOR REAL.

"Jon! Jon! Bloody hell! He's awake! Give him some room!" Frostfinger shouted to the crowding members of the wall. Jon sat up, dazed. "Holy cr...holy cr...oh no!" Jon slurred, fainting. Frostfinger dragged him back up and sat him up again. "Damn it, Jon! Stay with me! SEVEN HELLS, HE'S STOPPED BREATHING AGAIN!" He cried, slapping Jon across the face, hoping to bring his consciousness back.

Jon suddenly turned a bright pale blue and grabbed Frostfinger by the throat. He sunk his fingernails into the old man's throat, spilling blood all over the men behind them. Frostfinger gasped in shock and pain, as the newly turned zombie tore into his neck with bare hands. Jon dug his thumbs into the incision that he made in Frostfinger's throat...and pushed hard. The old man coughed up a long Crimson river that stained Jon's now WHITE  hair. The zombie let go, leaving everybody in shock and fear.

This was the new Jon Snow...