Looking at his hands, he saw that he wasn't what he thought he was. – I died a long time ago. - He said.
- Well, it's been years. - He said.
- What do I do now? He asked, he didn't know to whom...
- Come with us, I can take you to start from the beginning. – Tsuki said.
Michaelis had been a zombie for a long time, what could he do, besides being someone who broke walls, he didn't just stink, but he felt something, besides darkness and a limbo for the time he was...
Currently, a cult that could convert the zombies that existed in the city of Lovecraft was at that time, commenting on advertisements on the internet.
Looking into the eyes of a man he thought… – What day is it? - He asked.
- It's a Monday. – Wotan said.
- Well, that I was born again and again. - He said.