[ WP ] `` I 've had my last meal 13 times , final words 29 times , and been to my funeral 9 times ... I think this may be the one I do n't walk away from ... ''

My name is Carly Rhodes. The first time I died, I was just a kid. Fell into a frozen lake and drowned. When they fished me out seven hours later, they assumed the worse. I woke up on the autopsy table just seconds before they were about to crack my chest open. The doctors called it a'miracle'. Said the cold must've slowed my heart down and reduced brain damage. 
 
 Since that time I've been shot, stabbed, fell to my death, blunt force trauma -- really the list could go on forever. One time I even got the chair. Fun times. It always ends the same way, though. My body heals itself and I wake up on my way to the morgue. I'd have to grab a new identity and relocate. I've been alive for almost a century, but I never age past how I looked at 25. That's the point at which your body begins to deteriorate, or so I've been told. 
 
 I managed to stick under the radar for so long. I do n't know why or how I got this ability, but I knew I had to hide it. Faked my own death to my parents so they would n't be at risk. I thought I was so clever, that I had a good system. Then it happened. 
 
 I was working out of the office. Just a normal, boring day. After a century of being everything from a waitress to a mob boss, I was looking for something normal. I could never get married or have kids. I'd just have to fake my death to them in ten years. A boring office job was as close as I'd let myself get. 
 
 `` Carly Rhodes?'' someone inquired. 
 
 I furrowed my brow. My name had n't been Carly since I was a child. I looked up, spotting a man in a suit wandering around. He went into a nearby cubicle and asked for my name again. 
 
 `` You okay, Kara?'' my friend Sam asked. She looked at me with concern. 
 
 `` Yeah. I'm not feeling well. Think I'm going to go to the bathroom,'' I replied, collecting my things. I got up, ducking my head down and headed down the hall, careful to avoid the man in the suit. 
 
 I got about halfway down the hall when I heard him call out. `` Hey!'' 
 
 I bolted, slamming my hands into the stairwell door and descended like my life depended on it. 
 
 `` Suspect is headed to the street level!'' I heard him shout behind me. I kept running, finally making it out into the street. I glanced around, but before I had a chance to pick a direction, they had me surrounded. Black SUVs with glowing red and blue lights and men with tazers pointed at me. 
 
 `` Freeze!'' they shouted. `` Do n't move!'' 
 
 I put my hands up, running the possible scenarios through my head. 
 
 `` Carly Rhodes,'' a woman's voice chimed. A well-dressed middle aged beauty stepped from one of the vehicles, wearing a tight but dignified suit. `` I represent the United States government and I'm here to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.'' 
 
 My eyes scanned the tazers, the cars, and the woman. She motioned me to follow her and I did, swallowing as I entered the car. 
 
 My name is Carly Rhodes. I've had my last meal 13 times, final words 29 times, and been to my funeral 9 times... I think this may be the one I do n't walk away from.
