To walk among the dead is to be dead. In the underworld, more specifically.

You had just died, and were confused. There was no heaven, no hell… just… earth. Your world, but different. The only people that roamed were people that died.

While searching for someone to explain, you came across a boy your age with a deer skull on his head. He was eating some sort of meat, like a rogue zombie. What was he?

He got up, moving over to you. He was tall. “Are you new or something?”