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The necromancer clutches the hem of his sleeve nervously. "...You can call me Mills."
You nod. "Okay." You hold your arms out and notice how loosely this suit is hanging off you. "I've lost quite a bit of weight since I died. You can call me Slim I guess."
"Slim? That's not what your headstone says-"
"So you did read it!" you interrupt him.
Mills let out a short laugh before stifling it. "Follow me, Slim."

Mills begins leading you into the forest behind the cemetery.
"How'd you get into necromancy?" you ask as you stroll through the woods.
"It's a long story," he tries to dismiss the question.
"Is it a long walk?"
"It's a shorter walk than story," Mills shuts you down, the lights of his sneakers guiding you through the darkness.
"Hmm," you swing your arms by your side as you walk. "Still, it's pretty cool you were able to resurrect me at such a young age. When I thirteen I..." you think back to all the masturbating you did when you were thirteen. "... I played a lot of video games."
"Yeah, so do I," Mills mutters as he gazes around for a moment then continues down a path to the right.
"Well hey, you're kinda living a video game now. Thirteen year old me would think this is rad."
Mills stops in the path for a moment. "Thanks."
You look around searching for the reason Mills stopped moving. Seeing nothing, you try to lean over to see his face while saying, "I would like to point out that thirteen year old Slim had no idea how to drive a yacht either."
"Shut up," Mills starts moving again before you can see under his hood.

The sun starts to peek over the horizon as the two of you trek through the woods.
"I missed sunrises," you smile as you gaze at the sheets of orange and red beyond the trees.
"They didn't have sunrises in heaven?" Mills asks.
"I... I'm not sure. I can't remember," you scratch your head. "I'm sure they were nothing like this though."
Mills scoffs. "Not much of a paradise without a sunrise."
"Hm," you mumble as you pick up a stone and toss it gently to yourself. "Hey, aren't necromancers not supposed to like sunrises? Don't you guys like to live in darkness, and the sun is the enemy?"
"You might be thinking of vampires."
"I bet it would still apply though. You can't be raising corpses in broad daylight while someone is putting roses on their mother's grave a couple plots away," you skip the stone across the forest floor. "Hey! Did I have any roses on my grave before you dug it up?"
"You had a nice wreath actually," Mills replies.
"Ooo! A wreath, I like that!" you giggle. How nice of your family to leave a wreath even a month and a half after you died. Just the thought of it warms your cold, dead heart.
Mills stops at the mouth of a cave opening and looks through the trees at the fiery watercolor on the horizon. "No matter what happens in the night, if you're staring at that sun it means you've made it. And everything will be fine for a little while."
"Unless you're a vampire," you whisper under your breath.

Mills lowers his hood and puts hand to the wall of the cave. "Alright, we're here."
"Where's here?" you ask.
"This is where I'll be until you get the yacht," he instructs you.
"You're gonna be in this cave?" you ask. "You don't have a house?"
"Nope, no house. Just gonna stay in this cave," he confirms.
"What if there's a bear in there?"
"There's no bear in there, I checked," Mills tries to dissuade your concern.
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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.