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Dead Girl Walking

Prologue

When you die, it's over. No sudden return, no 'just kidding, I'm not actually dead', no nothing. When you die, you're just dead. So naturally, if you were in a car accident and declared dead on the scene, you'd be collected and shipped off to the nearest morgue for your funeral preparations. Someone from your family would be notified and called down to verify your identity, there'd be tears and talk of specifics for your body's attire and make-up.

What shouldn't happen when all is said and done, when your mother's finally being escorted from the morgue so the mortician can do their job: is you getting up from the morgue table and walking away. Not your spirit or your soul, you. You up and walking out of the morgue, not fully aware until you're outside the building. The dead don't walk or talk, they just lay there. Dead.

Or so I thought.

Hello there everyone, I'm Sienna and am literally a dead girl walking.
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Just for the record, I have no idea how long this story is going to be. Anyway, thanks for reading! Comment, subscribe, or reccomend if you'd like.