Sequel

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The name on the tombstone of the grave I had crawled out of read Alexander Black. I take it that is my name. The voice in my head tells me I'm not human. That it is a part of me. It calls itself Xerxes and says there is a mate we should be looking for. Whatever mate is. 

I found that I was buried behind a cabin. Inside that cabin I found food and clothes and stayed for three nights before leaving. There was nothing there that could help me figure out who I was. I only found pictures of a father and his daughter. The voice simply said that's her when I had looked at a picture of the girl. 

I left the cabin and took some supplies with me. I was going to ignore the voice and try and find my family if I have one. Or maybe just start a new life. I had died and I didn't think showing up alive would warrant being welcomed with open arms. So I shut out the voice I now thought was just a side effect of coming back from the dead and got on a bus and went on my way. 

I had spent weeks on the road when I finally stopped in a town. The sign said it was called Rosemore. I walked into a diner and sat at a booth.

"What's your name?" The waitress said studying me. "I've never seen you before."

"Xerxes." I told her. If I was going to keep Alexander Black dead and a memory I couldn't use his name.

"What would you like Xerxes?" She asked pulling out her note pad. 

 

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