Henrie_796
Legacy Name: Henrie_796

...Henrie opened his eyes. At first he couldn't realise where he was, so he spent a few minutes looking around. There was something really strange, something wrong. He was in a field, and by the looks of it, it was almost evening, but because of the fog everything was greyish. It wasn't dark, but it wasn't light as well. When he looked at himself, his clothes were all ragged and dirty. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew there was something strange about this whole thing. He got up, and his legs slipped making him fall again. "Eh?", he though, and looked at his legs. They were pale and cold. He made another try, and this time he got up. It was a pain for him to walk, but he wanted to see where he was and what exactly was happening. The silence around him made him shake. After a few more moments looking around, he finally realised where he was - and he was not more then 10 metres from his house. But still, he wasn't relieved. Walking slowly towards his home, he noticed it looked strangely old. The walls looked old, the roof had holes, a few of the windows had been knocked down. He took a few more steps and suddenly saw another man standing againtst him and looking at him. Henrie jumped back, and so did the other man. After doing some silly things, he realised that the man he got scared from, was no other but himself. He was looking in another old window. "But....how?" he murmured, and touched slightly his hair. It felt dry, almost like hay, and it was ... grey. "What happened?!" he cried, "Where did my pure black hair go?!". And once again he blinked in surprise. Just now, he noticed that his once beautiful deep blue eyes that made every girl in the village fall for him, where now yellow. Blank, not-gorgeous, ugly yellow. "That is not me at all!" Henrie growled angry, and kicked the window annoyed, hurting himself and falling next to it. Sadly, it was indeed the same pityful him. "I...I must be dreaming...." he though, and got up again. Step by step, he reached the door, and pushed it slightly. "Hello? Is anybody here?" he said, but nobody answered him. He could only hear the cold wind blowing through the holes in the roof and walls. "Mother? Father? It isn't funny anymore!" the young man's voice was shaking. Walking slowly through the rooms he grew up in, now black, dirty and old, he understood something. Maybe this wasn't a joke, not even a strange dream. On the webbed pictures on the wall, he saw his family, and the old "Henrie" sitting next to them. Then in the next pictures he isn't there. But with each picture, his family gets older and older. Then in another picture, his father is gone, only his mother and sister. His sister is holding a small child that looks a lot like the rest of the family. You don't need to be a genius to understand that the kid is his sister's. There is only one more picture there - an old woman sitting infront of the house, the date under being 1936. "Wake up, Henrie, wake up!" he suddenly shouts, and shakes his head "Wake up....". He then snapped out, and went up the stairs. He knew exactly where he was heading - his old room. The door was locked, but it didn't take much to break it. Surprisingly, it looked untouched, not like the other parts of the house. It still had the same warm feeling, his wooden toys were still on his old bed, and his clothes were all there. He then threw the dirty ones he was wearing, and put on some old clothes from his wardrobe.
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After spending the rest of the week in thoughts and research, Henrie finally reached to a conclusion. Since he had not felt any hunger or thirst, and keeping his breath for as long as he wanted, he thought he was undead. And undead he was, indeed. A different, strange kind of zombie. Soon after his death, his body got strangely saved, so nothing much had changed. He had no idea how he died, how his body got saved, and how he got revived after so much time - that was still something he needed to learn. But what he did knew was that he can't feel any of the "needs" like hunger, thirst, the need to sleep and breath, he also never got tired. But one thing he did feel, was the pure boredomness of doing nothing at all. Before his house was close near a village, but now it seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't see nothing more than fiels and fields of grass, and a few trees around. Actually, he hadn't even seen an animal or another person around. Not even birds. Henrie felt really lonely most of the time, but got easily distracted.