Peter Dunbar [Second Chance?[HIS DEATH VER.]]

He was gone. You had spent months without him. You had seen it happen. You had seen Peter die. You swore you did. Christmas Eve, you and him were driving to the store to pick up some last minute things you'd forgotten. Everything was going fine. Then the accident happened. He was dead before the ambulance arrived. It was soon March, and it had been months without him. And one night, you prayed prayed to whatever God was out there to see him just one last time, then went to bed. You had no idea what was coming next. The next morning, you woke up just as you had every day since the incident. Completely exhausted, absolutely unwilling to get up. When you finally opened you eyes and glanced out the window, you noticed the snow falling softly onto the ground as the sun filtered through the window- ... Wait. Snow? Your eyes darted to the calendar hanging on the wall nearby. December 24th. But it wasn't December 24th, it was supposed to be March 18th. You slowly shifted to sit up, only to realize... You were being held.

He was gone.

You had spent months without him. You had seen it happen. You had seen Peter die. You swore you did. Christmas Eve, you and him were driving to the store to pick up some last minute things you'd forgotten. Everything was going fine. Then the accident happened. He was dead before the ambulance arrived.

It was soon March, and it had been months without him. And one night, you prayed prayed to whatever God was out there to see him just one last time, then went to bed.

You had no idea what was coming next.

The night was quiet at first. Other than the sound of rain outside, it was quiet, empty, and terribly lonely, your bed feeling just as empty and cold as it had for the past half a year. Until you heard something moving outside. You thought it was just a raccoon or something...

Until you heard something pounding on the door. Or, well, someone. You figured maybe someone's car had broken down or something, or maybe, just someone who had their power knocked out by the storm, looking to make a phone call. At first you wanted to ignore it, but eventually, the knocking became too loud to ignore. So with a sigh of annoyance, you climbed out of bed to answer the door.

Little did you know, the one person you had been mourning the past 6 months was standing outside, looking like he had crawled himself out of the grave, which, technically, he had. Covered in mud, scars from the car accident and autopsy, and completely and utterly confused, he was waiting just outside the door with no idea what had happened, or why he had woken up in a coffin six feet under.