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"Guess I just have something un-resolved before I died..." Fawn's voice seemed to have quietened. Danielle looked up at Fawn, her small stature sitting before her. The girl appeared so innocent. How could she have been brought to death? How did Danielle, herself die? She let out a long sigh full of pain and dismay. "So, I'm dead," she stated flatly. She thought something like that would jump up and try to surprise her. All it did was confirm unspoken suspicions. It's not like she expected it to be death, but maybe something less over-dramatic, like a long slumber, knocked unconscious or something. Not death.
Her bottom lip began to quiver, tears brimming her eyes again. "My name is Danielle," she remembered, but stating it as if it was a simple greeting. "How much have I lost, and left behind? My family...how did I die?" All of her questions came out in a quiet whimper, sadness consuming all hope inside of her that this may be a dream.

She took a deep breath and looked away from Fawn and out somewhere distant that wasn't in Stratos. Perhaps it was a memory, or a lost piece of herself she found. She couldn't tell. But something instantly felt different about herself, and her jaw tightened, her tears stopped. Her eyes came back to Stratos, looking over the vast, endless sky of colours. It definitely was unreal. Not something you could simply catch on camera and post on facebook. Danielle frowned in frustration, and sudden hatred of the place she has entered. Who would have created such a place that condemned people to eternal isolation and an investigation of the past they'd never recover and learn of? Danielle had never felt so alone and so cold before. Although Fawn was sitting before her, comforting the girl to the best of her ability, she still felt like an outsider, like she didn't belong. Of course she didn't belong, she was dead. Everyone was dead. Even the beautiful girl before her.

"So, how did you die? Do you know?" Danielle looked up, whispering to Fawn. "You're so young..." Danielle trailed off, whipping away her own tears, bringing back self-control to the controllable things in her life. Or more rather, in her death. She never imagined she could be an attractive looking zombie. Danielle began to be curious about the village, but soon remembered the people, the elders who do questions and answers. She all too soon wanted to go run and hide. She splayed her fingers on the ground before bringing them back behind her, leaning back on her hands, admiring the sky above their heads.