Burn to the ground

A Heart ache

You don't remember much but you have these photos of what looks like a more....alive you with two other males. Both are shorter than you but above average, since your pretty tall. The photos are black and white so they must be really old....so that must mean your really old. Inspecting the photos you see the year 1854 scrawled in pen on the back. So you are really old. The other two males look odd, the taller one but not as tall as you has a punk gothic look to him his hair gelled up into a forward leaning mohawk. 

 And the punk looking one has robotic looking claws that reach up to his elbows, and is wearing a very victorian styled clothing.  And the other one is wearing a lab coat with a tag and their name scrawled on in another language. He looks so young but has the look of old age in his eyes. There's something about the shorter man that makes you think he has a secret. Then again you don't remember who these people are and don't know why you are in a picture with them.

You sigh putting the pictures down...if would make sense that you worked in this old building with those people. And why you woke up in a cyro tube. But it still doesn't all fit together quite right. You have a ring so it suggest you were married right? Then who's your wife... Or husband. 

So what happens when you try and revive a dead person, well they're alive again, just not in the way you hoped. See when someone dies they are dead....forever, all those zombie movies warn you of things like a mob of zombies coming to eat your brains. Well luckily for this case that didn't happen, it just fucked up your life forever. You don't eat flesh or brains, you just can't die. Not being able to die, and your body not allow you to die is fucked up really. Oh and another thing, you're pretty much a walking rotting corpse. Now you try to rejoin society while smelling like death. It's hard isn't, your dyed blue hair which has faded over the years waves in the wind. 

You feel cold inside as always, there's no end to your suffering, it will never end. Skin cold, eyes dull, no beating of your heart. Your heart lay dormant inside your cold rotting body. Blood shot eyes looking up at the stars, thinking to yourself. You see no point in trying anymore, there's nothing left for you. You stand up, turning and walking back into the old crumbling building you call home.

You can never return to the real world. And honestly living in this old abandoned building in the middle of nowhere land in Russia you don't really keep up with the fancy new toys these kids are into nowadays. You mean, you can use the tech just fine but are a little slow y'know. Living in the middle of nowhere with limited human interaction doesn't help. You normally travel at night doused in anything that hid the smell of rotting flesh on you. 

But you still kinda never leave your home, a old rotting building, it's almost just like you. But it's gonna come down soon, the bricks it's made of are falling out piece by piece and the storm that is coming is gonna blow it down. So you'll have to leave soon a find a new place for shelter the roof of the building collapsed so no more avoiding tonight's rain. Grabbing your nicely sized but small backpack and shoving clothes and some stolen tech you got in there. It was night so not many people would be out.

Walking out from the old building you make it into woods which the old building you've been living in was placed in. Must've been a hideout of sorts, but you don't know you sorta just work up there in a cryotube, the frost had lingered on your skin for a while because you weren't  able to produce your own body heat. The green scenery was a good change from the bland, fungi ridden walls of that old building. It was nice, calm and quiet, it was serene and beautiful. Honestly you have seen something so peaceful for a while. 

Now it isn't everyday that you feel happy. You hardly feel anything sometimes. Humming softly, your steps are light almost non existent, the eerie silence bothering you slightly. Though you're used to it, though you feel like you're being watched.Until you hear someone walk up behind you. The steps were deathly silent but with your amazing hearing, you heard someone walk up behind you. Honestly, it scared you to...second death.

And you rather not die a second time, wait can you die a second time. Wait that doesn't matter, you feel something press against your back. Oh yup thats a gun, and you're freaking out on the inside. Who would be this far out in the middle of nowhere. Not wanting to turn around your rotting face isn't the most pretty sight to see.

"Turn around," A voice comes from behind you.

Oh MAN OF FUCK, but you don't want to. Uhhhh, slowly turning your head to face whoever it is who has a gun to your back. You have holes in your face, not including your mouth, nose, ears and eyes. A big one cover your cheekbone to a little bit above your jawline, your teeth are visible and some of the muscle with had begun to snap, so more bone was visible. There was another rotting out hole on your jawline and your bottom teeth were visible. 

And it was more rot than a hole but it was where your left lip cleft is or was? You fully turn around and the man with twin shot guns who looks like a fucking barn owl. He backs up a bit, confused and irritated, his body language suggests that at least. Your dull red eyes staring up at the barn owl, wow he's tall. 6'1 and you're an ant compared to him. Okay not really, your 6'0 he's an inch taller than you but still he's tall as fuck. You purse your lips, what does one do in this situation.

"What the.....why are you out here?" He asks cocking his head to the side.

"....why are YOU out here," You counter, honestly this guy scares you.

He grunts, well he doesn't seem to like your attitude huh. But he scares honestly scares you, even if you can't die twice. He puts his guns away, you are grateful for that. You wouldn't be able to win a fight against guns. You currently only have a stolen swiss army knife, and this owl man seemed in much more better condition to fight. You on the other hand, your body is just waiting to fall apart at the wrong moment.

You hum in response dull eyes staring softly at the edgy barn own. He stares back at you and as if on que, he grabs your arm and put a gun to your head as a woman flashes in front of you. With a chest piece on her with a soft blue glow to it. Even more trouble, why can't you just not be bothered. Is it really that hard for gods sake.

"Ello luv, whatcha doing with this poor fellow," she says with a very noticeable British accent.

"Tracer....." Mr edge Lord mc owlface snaps harshly.

"Yeah hello, I kinda don't want my brains blown out," you say this not very phased by it you can't die at least you haven't tried someone else trying to kill you.

Wow your inner monologue is dark. But without that the story wouldn't progress. And the forth wall doesn't exist anymore so lets try another approach. Your eyes lock onto Mr edgelord mcowlface and grabbing his arm quickly and flipping him pinning him onto the ground. You kick away his gun and step on his back. You caught him way of guard, lovely.

"Oh woah, I wasn't expecting that from you luv," this Tracer girl states.

Wait when did you know how to do that, maybe its side affects from the
Cyro tube and some bad memory from being frozen since 1854 or something. Eye wide so maybe you were some agent for some organization. Then Mr edgelord is gone in a puff of black purple smoke. Backing away from surprise that........no human should be able to do that.

But then again no human should be alive after they're heart stops beating.