DISCLAIMER – I don't own anything except a beat up Volvo station wagon.

A.N. - This will be slow updating, but I will be working on it.

I couldn't tell you the exact moment I died, but I could tell how you how. I died of the chickenpox. You might be thinking... that's ridiculous, no one dies of the chickenpox. Well, you're wrong.

My parents were naturalists so I never did get any vaccinations and I just never caught the chickenpox, I was smart enough to know better than to hang out with anyone who had it. I wasn't smart enough though to recognize my boyfriends rash for what it was.. shingles, the adult onset of the varicella-zoster virus. So I caught it off of him... and I'll be honest, I might not be stupid but I was poor. I waited to long to get it checked out and then I checked out. End of story or rather the beginning.

I thought for the longest time I was in Heaven. Why wouldn't I? Sure I had been reborn, but doesn't the Bible talk about new bodies? I was just getting mine that's all. And life here was Heaven, I was waited on hand and foot and there was no end to the luxury provided to me. My father was a distant figure that was spoken of with fear and awe... sounds like God to me.

In fact the whole afterlife was a lot like Narnia, I had read those books and I knew how it worked. We were kings and queens in Cair Paravel, in this case I was clearly a princess, but lets not get too technical. To make it even more magical, I lived in 'Utopia', truly, the district I was born in was Utopia. It certainly felt and sounded a lot like paradise, so you can't blame me. It really wasn't hard to understand why I honestly truly thought that I wasn't alive at all. I eventually worked it out of course, the big revelation came when I was eight years dead.

It wasn't a particularly special day. I had abandoned the nursery and the school rooms and instead was sneaking about the halls. It was there that I saw him. There were many people who came and went from my father's palace, I saw some of them in passing and others I knew by name or reputation. This man I knew by name... Erwin, and when I looked at his face, I realized I knew that too. This was Commander Erwin Smith of the Scouting Legion. The man who lead his troops to death, literally. I don't know what it was like before the show started, but the guy made some terrible decisions!

At eight years dead I'm the first to admit that...well... things are easily forgotten. I remembered this though, I had been watching this anime in the months before I died. I knew this guy and as I skirted around the hallways watching him I went through the checklist in my head. 3D Maneuver Gear, check. Wings of Freedom, check. Blase facial expression, check. Yeah... this guy was just like I remembered from the show but real. Flesh and blood, skin, bones.. the works.. right in front of me.

In that one second I knew... this wasn't Heaven. It was Hell. It was Attack on Titan.