Obviously, keeping alive wasn't a problem when you were literally dead.
But lets talk about death. It truly is a beautiful thing, unless you're an actual piece of crap. When you're the one ending the life you get to see what you looked like. Normally its pale skin and glassy eyes, but sometimes there's a fighter. Someone who thinks they can get out of your ending of their useless life.
Yeah, I have made a few mistakes, but on the whole I've been a saint. Well if you consider murder a mistake... Bloody limbs and dismembered heads are what started this. Life on the run was like a drug to me. Cocaine who? Ide rather be running from the sheriff. That was until I became the sheriff of hell.
I'm Thana, I bring in hells bloodbath and their daily new dead person. I would normally be introducing myself before I actually gut your sorry a** but I'm sharing my story. My story of running from the rain.
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