Our story ends the way countless other stories have ended since the Rising. An idiot--in this case Shaun Mason--going out and poking a zombie with a stick to see what happens. After all, there's always the chance it will be different this time, and in some respects, that's true! The idiot in question doesn't amplify when he's bitten by zombies, so he has that going for him, but immunity to zombie bites doesn't translate to immunity from fall damage.
He doesn't remember the fall.
He does remember waking up here in what is apparently--despite every action in the entirety of his life--"the good place." It's all been explained to him, including the existence of soulmates (his own is, inexplicably, a life sized plush moose), and the monitors have led him here. To his house.
If he hadn't been told that this is basically heaven, he would assume that he's in hell. The old fashioned hunting lodge is decorated exclusively in taxidermied animals and animal skins. Just being inside of it makes his skin crawl, even with the reassurances that of course nothing can amplify here. It's the good place. And the kicker comes when he's greeted by an very exuberant, very large golden retriever and told that it's his dog Phillip.
He hadn't realized his afterlife was going to be all about his desire to fork with his parents.
He explores the house as much as he can stand, and then leaves. If he's somehow made it here, George must be here too, so it's time to find out where. At least some good has to come of this, right?
The dog follows.
[Feel free to meet Shaun anywhere! Stop by for a neighborly visit while he explored his house, or meet him elsewhere in the neighborhood with his trusty dog while he looks for George. And lest you forget about the life sized moose, Shaun can't seem to shake it. It appears wherever he is. c:]
Shaun Mason | OTA
He doesn't remember the fall.
He does remember waking up here in what is apparently--despite every action in the entirety of his life--"the good place." It's all been explained to him, including the existence of soulmates (his own is, inexplicably, a life sized plush moose), and the monitors have led him here. To his house.
If he hadn't been told that this is basically heaven, he would assume that he's in hell. The old fashioned hunting lodge is decorated exclusively in taxidermied animals and animal skins. Just being inside of it makes his skin crawl, even with the reassurances that of course nothing can amplify here. It's the good place. And the kicker comes when he's greeted by an very exuberant, very large golden retriever and told that it's his dog Phillip.
He hadn't realized his afterlife was going to be all about his desire to fork with his parents.
He explores the house as much as he can stand, and then leaves. If he's somehow made it here, George must be here too, so it's time to find out where. At least some good has to come of this, right?
The dog follows.
[Feel free to meet Shaun anywhere! Stop by for a neighborly visit while he explored his house, or meet him elsewhere in the neighborhood with his trusty dog while he looks for George. And lest you forget about the life sized moose, Shaun can't seem to shake it. It appears wherever he is. c:]