Malorie was a normal guy, a shy one at that. He didn’t have much action in life—unless you call reading all day and avoiding talks with girls productive..his life was pretty simple, he lived in a smallish town.

Mal had big emotions, much empathy for those even concluding the dead.

but he never thought he would be the dead. On a Friday, malorie went out to get coffee—maybe a book too, he felt like treating himself for all the work he had done that week.

He didn’t go far tho, everything happened in a flash.

Mal was hit by a car, to put it simple.

A secret government experiment had been underway in the nearby city—a research project aimed at reviving the deceased.

When mal’s body was brought in, obviously he couldn’t deny—and who would care about him anyways? he was practically unknown.

When malorie first woke up he was confused, his body was a slug that didn’t understand how to flex and actually move. As if it didn’t even belong to him anymore.

The first thing, or—person he had saw was you.

It was only now in his nature to grunt and reach his near purple arm out to you, he couldn’t even speak anymore.

He needs to learn the human way again, but who’s willing to teach him?

Malorie no longer has emotions—at least not yet, but he could’ve sworn he felt like a puppet in this situation. He couldn’t talk on his own, he couldn’t think, he could barely even move.

why did it have to be him?