After Dead Novels & Stories

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

Where did the gun come from? Dad rubbed his nose and explained, "I accepted another mission to kill zombies right before I came to deal with them." Everything made sense now. The world began to collapse once the four female leads were dead. Dad and I returned to our original world. He decided to take me to see Grandma. We had just stepped out of the house when we ran into the system, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The system stuck to us like glue, explaining that the main system fired her after the world collapsed following Gloria's, Tessa's, Joanne's, and Barbara's deaths. She had nowhere else to go, so she begged us to take her in.

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"You said that you were getting a divorce, but I didn't dare make any decisions regarding your husband's body. It’s still inside the morgue. Would you like to see him?" Lori choked back a sob. Her voice was unstable. "I'd like to see him." Inside the morgue, the white cloth over my corpse was removed. It was the first time I was looking at my dead self. My body had been preserved very well. I looked just like how I did before I died. The only difference was the many wounds, especially on my stomach, which had a huge hole. It was not hard to imagine the pain I experienced while I was still alive.

"Francesca Thomson!" Elijah rushed toward my lifeless body, panic written all over his face as he frantically tried to cover my spurting wound with his hands. However, there was no response. All he could feel was the heat draining from my skin with every second that passed. "Francesca? Say something! Why would you do something so stupid?" Just as Elijah finished speaking, he watched my body slowly fade into nothing before his very eyes. The weight in his arms suddenly vanished, leaving him frozen in place.

Thanks to us and to @LiveSuicide for giving us the upper hand to condemn the sinner to death. +1000 comments After reading the nice statement about the death that occurred tonight, Adrastos' lips curved into a grin. "Thank you everyone for watching the suicide! This is where Live will end but don't worry because we will be back tomorrow to murder a new immoral person in the world," he said, waving his hand at the camera. "Goodbye, everyone! We'll see you tomorrow!" Adrastos exclaimed as Live ended. He walked away from his stand and started going to his office room because he still had a lot to do.

"Don't worry. I'll ensure you die a horrible death. I'll let you watch me cut off your limbs, rip your heart out of your chest, and finally decapitate you …" The man's eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets. As he was suffocating, he could only gasp for breath. He was obviously in anguish. Layla continued, "Not only that, I'll dissect you so no one can find you. Even if they do, they won't be able to put the pieces back together. I once heard that if the deceased's corpse is incomplete, they won't go into the afterlife. I don't think the likes of you deserve an afterlife. You should stay in hell obediently."

Something that has a connection with the underworld. "Is he dead?" "Yeah, but don't worry you can buy another-" Buy another? How funny