Angel Tunudo

Is this a dream within a dream, or just what comes after death? Uncertain in a world other than my own. #Reincarnated RP. 21+

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

@LovesNotMyGame

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[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

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[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- walked out of her office and set about making an appointment for the coming weekend before leaving for the night./

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- go. Even if all of this ended up being some kind of fucked up dream, there was no forgetting them. Standing up, I grabbed the jacket I had dropped onto the couch when I took it off and laughed/ Times up. I have to get back to training. See you next weekend. /With that I --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- up after being missing for almost a week. All of them had been my friends, my family and while I had missed Cindy and blamed myself for her death, they had been the ones to save me. From zombies and from myself, more than once. So no, I wouldn't forget about them or let them--

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- end of the road, where we would join Michael in a place without zombies. Michael and his know it all attitude, and the way he had only seen me as some rich blonde guy, rather than the equal I had always been. Saul and the way my knees had almost given out when he had turned --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- go. Even if people think I am crazy, I refuse to lose the memories. It's all I have left of them. /The last part was a broken whisper as each one of them flashed in my mind. Datu and Riley walking towards death with me. The three of us sure that death would greet us at the --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- No matter what I lost in holding into it so firmly, I wouldn't give up hope in finding every last one of them. Of seeing them safe with my own eyes. Head lifting to stare at Julia, I cracked a smile for the first time this entire session./ Never. I'm never going to let them --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- was fucking crazy, I would never forget any of them. Not even @SergeantCharged, and I was sure I had hated him for over a year. There was no forgetting the things we went through together and no matter how many times I was told it wasn't real, I wasn't going to believe it. --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- without her getting into what she meant. It was the same thing she asked me every weekend. When would I let them go? She didn't just mean the hallucinations. She meant |them|, the people I had given my life for, my damn family. I would never let them go. Even if I really --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- over my every thought when I wasn't at work. Every weekend I would leave training to come here and talk to Julia, my therapist. Only there wasn't much talking getting done. "Angel? When are you going to let them go?" Let them go. I knew what she was talking about, even --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- show up at times where he should have been home. No matter how many times I tried running into him, I never had. Finding the others had become an obsession. One that Cindy and my superiors had tired of quickly. It was what got me into therapy six months ago. It was taking --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- entire time in my other life, dream, whatever the hell it was. Yet, he was nowhere to be found. He did work in the building, that hadn't changed, but for some reason I could never find him. Even when I went to his apartment, he was never there. Which was odd, because I would--

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- like Cindy was. So even though it was risky, I started looking for everyone else. Datu, Riley, Michael and Saul, hell I even went looking for Pegs. Only no matter where I looked, I hadn't found any of them. Not even Datu, who I now knew had worked in Cindy's building the --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- how long we had been together at this point. All that mattered was that she was alive. I hadn't shot her in the head yet. After realizing that if she was real, if she was alive then it meant that everyone else had to be real too. Right? Logically, they had to be real just --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- distance between us, arms going around her in a tight, unrelenting hug. My heart was racing, hands trembling as they moved along her back. She was alive, my girlfriend of eight years was alive, or I guess if I was 25 then my girlfriend of five years. Not that it mattered --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- in the same reality as the me that had fought zombies? The questions were slowly driving me to the brink of insanity. That was until a week after I had been brought back to California when I found Cindy standing before me, tears in her eyes. My long legs had eaten up the --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- today, was younger than the man I had been when I died. Instead I was twenty-five again, the age I had been when I was sent to OCS training. Three years before the zombies first showed up. It was a wrinkle I hadn't been expecting. Did that mean I was in the past? Was I even --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- I refused to believe that none of it had been real. That the people I had cared for hadn't been real. I could feel it in my bones, it had been real. Every damn second of it, and it all turned me into the man I was today. Though I was shocked to find out that the man I was --

[Angel Tunudo @TakingMyLead]

-- home. Only to find out that I couldn't remember much. At least that was the story I had stuck to, that I could only remember my name and that I had no idea how I had made it all the way to New York. Once I was back in the very place I had died in, I hit the ground running. --