In heaven with friends!

So I continued my life in heaven.

I wake up in this place, a zombie person enters and eats me.

Then I wake up again and repeat.

To make sure I am not bored I try giving other parts of my body first as well.

One-time zombie tore my left arm and chewed on it while I lay in pain two feet away. Twitching on the floor as it ate the left arm.

I loved it here.

Every time I woke up from death. Every time a zombie waited for me. And every time it ate me. Giving me a painful death.

Death.

It comes to you like a thousand jolts of pain, it torments you beautifully and it leaves you in ecstasy of pain.

Pain. The driving force of death.

They say when you die you get to live again. Sometimes in another world. Sometimes sometimes in heaven or hell.

I also died and went to heaven. To die. Eternally.

I find it strange that I am in heaven. Because people always said I will go to hell. In living world people always decide what will happen to you. Whether you are good or bad, whether you are insane or not, everything. Some maniac said that god decides who goes to heaven or hell. So the people called him insane and told him god is dead.

Incredible! They can decide life and death of god! The being who created universe! How can they not decide where I will go?

If so then why am I in heaven? Did they change their decision without telling me? But they always tell me their decisions so that I know my place.

While I was thinking very hard the death in heaven continued.

The cycle repeated countless times. I would wake and wait for my friend. He will come and give me pain.

Then I would wait for him again.

It happened a lot. So much so that I started to get a bit bored.

I had the zombie chew on my neck, my chest, stomach, all limbs and even head.

The death is each time painful. But just as a patient gets tired of fighting same illness every day I also got tired of this pain.

Which is strange. I never thought I would get bored of pain. But I guess that is because this is heaven. I can get bored eating too much in heaven rather than starving for days in living world.

I opened my eyes again.

"Let's see…"

I inspected my body to see if there is any place still left to be bitten.

The zombie arrived punctually. This time I decided to give it my feet. I mean he has started with my legs but never with my feet.

Death. It is the reason I can never experience the full pain of being eaten. I die before zombie finishes eating me.

But starting from limbs ensures maximum time of pain. As long as zombies doesn't tear it off and eat it while it is attached to me.

But even that is becoming boring.

While being eaten by the zombie I had an epiphany.

'Wait! Aren't I selfish?'

This zombie has killed me countless times. Yet I haven't killed it a single time. How can I be so oblivious? Aren't friendships supposed to be two sided? I have been taking without giving to it.

The pain came to an end as the zombie ate my kidneys. It had already eaten my leg.

…

Silver floor, bloodied corpses and dim moonlight.

This time around I tried hitting the zombie. But it was too strong and easily killed me.

…

Silver floor, bloodied corpses and dim moonlight.

The zombie is stronger than me. Unlike the living world where they say strong takes all and weak rots, in heaven, strong gives all and weak dies.

So if I want to give death to my zombie friend I must be strong.

This time I bit the zombie in the neck. The flesh was too strong for my teeth so I died.

…

Silver floor, bloodied corpses and dim moonlight.

I tried hitting and biting. I died.

…

Silver floor, bloodied corpses and dim moonlight.

I tried throwing bodies on the floor at the zombie. They were too heavy, I died.

…

Silver floor, bloodied corpses and dim moonlight.

Frustrated I decided to look around the room. After all, a person is not very strong by himself. He need friends. Back in living world I had a lot of friends who couldn't talk to me.

In the dim moonlight, I saw the room again. In the center were all the corpses. While all four corners were darker for my eyes.

So I went there. Alas they were nothing more than empty walls. Just like my second home.

But this won't do. I need a friend to help my friend. I continued searching the empty room.

"Gah!"

In the meantime, zombie arrived.

"Hello!"

I greeted him enthusiastically. Then I went back to my search. There was honestly nothing in this room.

I was a little stumped. I can't kill my friend without friend but I also don't want to be selfish.

"Ahhh!"

While I was thinking, zombie bit my back. It viciously threw me on the floor and started feasting.

While I was still thinking how I would kill him.

Laying on my back I glanced at the dead women.

Then I noticed something shinning beside her. It was shining faintly in silver moonlight. But I could not see it properly. Pain makes sure that you can't do much other than ecstasy.

…

Silver floor, bloodied corpses and dim moonlight.

I turned the woman over to see shining thing.

"Woah!"

There I saw it. A silver sword!

I picked it up.

"Thank you for being my friend!"

I said to it. You should always be thankful to your friends. They hate it when you don't say thank you.

"Gah!"

My other friend also entered the room.

But this time I had another friend.

Without waiting for zombie to come closer I went towards it.

Running my way, I stabbed the sword like a knife in the right arm of zombie.

"Gah!"

My friend shouted in pain.

Before it could attack I stabbed the other arm as well.

He shouted in pain again!

I was very happy. I can return the favor of pain back to him. He is even enjoying it.

I tried swinging sword at it again. But since the sword was too heavy I got unbalanced and landed on zombie.

It ate me.

I really shouldn't be this clumsy while playing with a friend! I was really embarrassed while dying.