Frost POV

"Breathe child. Breathe." A strange voice said.

I suddenly gasped as air filled my lungs. My body felt sore, like the time I woke up from the ice box. I slowly opened my eyes only to look at a black ground covered in stars. I tried to stand up but stumbled down instead.

"Stay calm child. Your body is under a lot of stress." The strange voice said again. "Take my hand."

I looked up and saw a bony hand stuck out. It belonged a woman wearing a dark blue cloak.

I back away and asked with a shaky voice, "Who are you? Where am I?"

"I'm the Angel of Death, but you can call me Death for short. And you're in the Passageway." She said.

"The Passageway?" I asked with confusion.

"Yes. To put it simple. It's the place between the living and the dead." Death said.

"Why am I here?" I asked as I held my head, trying to progress all of this.

"Because I want to give you a choice." Death said while leaning forward.

"What's my choice?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I'll let you die and you'll see your parents again. But thousands of furries will be kidnapped and experimented on. Most of them won't survive." She said.

"And my other option?" I asked. I really want to see my parents, but I don't won't thousands to die because of me.

"I'll let you live. But hundreds of furries will still die." She said with a sigh.

"So... Either way, furries die because of me." I said with a sigh. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Me and your father were friends. And he promised me something." Death said while she caressed my cheek before pulling her hand away. "But that's not important. What's your decision?" She asked.

"Will you tell my parents that I'm sorry but I can't let thousands die?" I asked while looking up at her.

"You have my word." Death said.

"Okay. I want to live again." I said nervously.

"Very well. Breathe child." She said.

Death pulled my face to hers before blowing into my face. I suddenly began to gasp for air as I collapsed to the ground. My eyes grew heavy as I begin to pass out.

Timeskip (15 minutes)

I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm hot. I'm lost. I'm lonely. I'm in pain. I was slowly limping through the barren Wasteland of Earth, searching for civilization. Or help at least.

I should be grateful. This is the second time I was suppose to die. I should thank my father one day when I join him. I don't know how Death and my father got to be friends. But thanks to him, Death let me survive the crash. But at a big cost. Instead of the piece of metal going through my entire chest, it ripped off my entire left arm. ALL THE FUCKING WAY FROM THE SHOULDER!

I looked behind me and still saw black smoke rising from where I crash landed. That's sure to track more attention. It already caused trouble. First two zombie-like dogs. Then some gaint wolf-bear basterd. That bloody thing took seven shots to the head before it had fallen. I only have five shots left.

I looked back in front of me. Sand and rock everywhere. The sun and dust stung my eyes causing tears to form. But they never ran because they dried up. I let out a yelp of pain has tumbled to the ground.

Pain shot through my left shoulder and my twisted my right ankle. I struggled to my feet and stumbled forward. I limped for what felt like hours. The heat is insane. I started imagining things. First I saw my parents. Then my crew and afterwards my friends.

I fell to my knees and sobbed. I don't want to die. Not a third time. I looked up and saw figures approaching me in the far distant. I raised my right hand, my finger on the trigger.

"Help." was all I could whisper before falling face first to the ground. I let out a sigh and blacked out.