I don't know my name, how old I am, or where I am. I've forgotten how to basically blink, breathe, talk, walk, etc. I've been an empty shell for so long. But I've been given a second chance. Not because I'm special or anything, though. I was just the first person they could find that had been dead long enough and preserved well enough. I was dead for three months. And here I am now. Alive.