Second Chance At This

      I lie here in disbelief. Wondering how and why. Didn't I die? Should I be awake? There is a strange man in a funny mask standing over me. In his hand is a scalpel.
     My reflexes move my hand to remove the threat. the scalpel now lays in the floor across the room. The bones in his hand are broken and worthless.
     He tries to point at me with flopping digits. "what are you?"
He begins to sob. I hear his heartbeat racing. the blood pulses through him. If I am a vampire I do not thirst. If a zombie I hold no hunger. I walk the earth yet I should be done.
     I leave this man, broken fingers, sobbing and now possibly insane. Before I go, however the scalpel becomes mine.
    I walk into the hallway, where there is no activity. I feel something familiar, not really an emotion or tactile sense but I "know" something is here.
     I follow this "familiarity" to a chamber where my casket is to be filled with me on the morrow. My feelings sharpen toward a closet in the corner.
     My favorite suit. How sweet, I don these raiments with care and precision. One has to look his best for whatever else is coming. Damn it, no shoes or socks. Well they were burying me.
     Outside, I go, finding no traffic, afoot or otherwise. The funeral parlor must be a frightful place in the dead of night. Now I need shoes.
     My scalpel in hand and best suit adorned I decide to visit the shoe store. Societal laws no longer hold true for me. After all, are they going to kill me?
     My "sense of the familiar" triggers once more. A man drives past in a cart I should know. My old profession. Bounty-hunting, I knew, by the bound man in the back of the wagon.
     An idea hit me like it fell from God's own nightstand, plummeting from the heavens to land in my head with a nearly audible THUMP.
     I follow the wagon to the place I knew it would stop. Sheriff it said on the door. After checking on his prize the man went inside. Now is my chance.
     I move more swiftly than ever while I lived. the bound-up bounty never knew until I held his boots. He tried to scream but his gag muffled the cry. I walked into the shadows.

TO BE CONTINUED......or not?!