Coma, zombies? Death. ||killugon/gonkillu||

Death. Thats all he can smell, the rigid stench of mold and soury death. He can feel his nose scrunching up on its own, eyes shutting tighter as he slowly opened them to a slightly moldy creamy-white popcorn ceiling, flashing himself with a slightly dim white light. The sounds of muffled screams make him wide awake.

Awaking from a coma, gon. gon not knowing what has happened while he was out, meets a difficult and different world from when he went into a long deep coma. Fighting battles while trying to fight himself due to his mental conditions, finding help helps him, but not for long.