A lot of people wake up and curse their lot in life, thinking it's not easy to be in their shoes. Man, they should get over themselves already. If they're alive to complain, then things can't be that bad. If things were that bad, they wouldn't be around to complain. They'd be dead. Just take it from me, a dead guy. Well, technically I think I am undead. In mortal life I was known as Jonathan Travis Coleman, J.T. to my friends. Pleased to meet you, sir or ma'am.
I once had an amazing life, now that I think about it. I was nineteen years old, a six-foot-tall and burly student-athlete at a world-class school, and I was on top of the world. My father, Joseph Coleman is an immigrant from the beautiful island of Jamaica and he's the first person of color to become Chief of Police in Austin. My mother, Christina Suarez is the President of the Hispanic Women Professionals Association. My younger brother Jonas is at West Point and my sister Hannah is at Wellesley College in Massachusetts. Just an immigrant family living the American Dream, that's us. I played football for the University of Texas in the beautiful City of Austin. I had life on a string, and then the unthinkable happened. I died, but I wasn't allowed to stay that way.
Now I'm stuck somewhere between life and death. I don't breathe, or sleep, and I don't eat, drink, shit or piss anymore. I still walk around, though. I am not a vampire because I don't drink blood and sunlight doesn't do shit to me. I'm not a zombie because I don't get the urge to attack people to feast on their flesh and I don't moan all damn day. I'm just me, only kind of dead. The hardest thing about being a dead guy? Being stuck in the world of the living. To my parents, my best friend Cory Winston and my girlfriend Stephanie Albright, I'm dead. Worm food. Except I'm not, and I am restless.
Why am I sticking around? I don't have a clue. There are these other dead people out there, walking around. I see them from time to time. They don't talk to me. They're stuck in their own worlds. They're ghosts, the spiritual remnants of the living who are trapped on the earthly plane. For the most part, they're harmless. Sometimes the vengeful ghosts evolve into something dangerous, the wraiths. They're the evil spirits who go around possessing people and wreaking havoc. And then there are those things that truly scare the shit out of me. The demons. Why? Simply because demons are out of this world and they're major bad news. Ghosts and wraiths stay away from them.
Me? I'm a dead man walking, so I guess you could say I'm the guy stuck in the middle. I was content to wander around the City of Austin, skulking around and trying not to think about my old life, until something happened. Recently, I was walking around my old stomping grounds when I came across something truly disturbing. My neighbor Ernesto Sanchez, an old Hispanic dude who lived near the local church with his daughter Maria, rushed into the police station, begging for help. He claimed that his daughter was possessed by a demon.
Well, as you can imagine, the cops laughed at him. I followed Ernesto home and the dude was serious. Something evil had taken hold of his daughter and refused to let go. I intervened, and although the demon put up one hell of a fight, I was able to extricate it from the young woman's body, by offering it my own to possess. Demons cannot possess dead bodies, only living ones. Once the demon exited Maria's body, it tried to enter me and failed. Swearing vengeance it fled. The demon, who called itself Magnus, promised me a fate worse than death for interfering with its plans. Since I'm still undead and kicking, the foul bozo can go stuff itself.
Ernesto and Maria are the only living souls who know that I'm still around. I swore them both to secrecy. Can't have them going around telling people about my little secret. Also, the demon Magnus isn't the only one of its kind out there. I know there are many others. All kinds of monsters walk around in this seemingly mundane world of ours. Normal people can't see them for what they are but I can. I stopped being normal the day I died and rose as one of the undead. I can see the inhuman creeps because I am no longer human. I know what I am not but for the life of me ( pun intended ) I couldn't tell you what I am.