[ WP ] You live in a world where suicide is illegal . There is a division of law enforcement that travels to the afterlife to catch people that committed suicide and then bring them back to serve time in prison . You just killed yourself and someone is chasing you , but it 's not the cops .

In Front of me was a huge shanty town filled to the brim with old junky looking shops and the deceased. You see death was n't the end of life, death was transportation to Afterville. Afterville was an endless city on a different plain of existence where the dead did as they pleased. I began to walk into the herds of people hiding the slits on my wrist under my black coat. The LBSD is gon na be on my ass when they find the body, if they find the body. Slit my wrists while jumping off a cruise, spent my entire damn life's savings on that ticket. At least i lived a little before i came here. 
 
 I got a room in some dark motel with surprisingly nice sheets. The windows had metal sheets pulled over to block any lamp light from the outside. A rusty odor filled the room along with the sound of rain on metal. Footsteps on hard wood shook the room to its core, then whispers. I got up and grabbed a snub nosed revolver from the dresser just in time as the door burst open. 
 
 `` LBSD HANDS UP'' the officer screamed pointing a glock. 
 
 `` No'' i said pointing the revolver as i backed away. 
 
 `` Stop right there sir, I'm taking you back to-'' he said trying to calm the situation now. 
 
 I dove backwards taking the sheet of weak metal with me. For the second time in my... life? I was falling for what felt like forever. I heard the sheet hit something and before i could realize what that meant i slammed into a lantern hanging from a solid metal pole. I tumbled through the air and hit the road hard with a thump. You could n't die here but you could sure as hell get hurt. The cop already had to be two floors down by now. I got up and ran in the rain and fog past the partying crowds of people. A beer bottle smashed at my feet causing glass to make me almost lose my balance. Shots rang out behind me and the crowd scattered. No way in hell i was going back to that shit. I ran and ran past the crowds of dead, past the orange lanterns painting shadows across the cobblestone streets, ran past the rain and hail until i came to the docks. Black water slammed into the shore just below the rotting docks. A shot whizzed past my head and i jumped. for the third goddamn time. The water swallowed me into senselessness. No sight, no smell, no sound, no feel. Nothing.
