DAY FIVE ➸ dead post

You wake up in the fog, slightly dazed and confused about where you are.
Within moments, the memories are filled in, and you remember dying, though not who did it. But how are you awake now?
You look around, and see the Ranger leaning against a tree nearby, as well as some other figures that should be about six feet under. For once, she doesn't have something biting to say.