Catherine stared at the option presented before her.

  … Corpse?

  I’m dead? But if I’m dead, why the hell can I select a class at all? This explains why I can’t feel anything but I have so many questions.

  If I choose “No”, do I die for real? Do I stay like this forever? I don’t want to be stuck like this!

  Calm down Cat, It’s gonna be okay. Maybe this class will let me move at leaset It doesn’t say that but… well I don’t see a better option.

  Fuck it.

  …

  …

  Well?

  Erm… well what are my stats?

  Okay, I get it. I’m dead. You don’t need to keep rubbing it in.

  So most of my stats are useless, and I don’t seem to be able to move. Great. Seems like nothing changed

  Catherine kept attempting to find something in her status that could save her, and struggling to move a muscle even just to look a different direction or inhale. But nothing worked. Minutes turned into hours, which very much felt like days or longer.

  I think I’m going to go crazy like this. I’d do anything just for something to change. I’ve re-read all my stats and info so many times, I can recite it all from memory. Not that there's much of interest.

  And as hours dragged by and the sun set and rose, soon days had passed and still no sign of change.

  Oh good, my status effect changed, yaaaay. She sarcastically thought.

  Maybe selecting this class was a mistake, what if I could have gotten a different one somehow? What, by sitting on your ass you idiot? No, it said there's a way to get classes normally but I doubt I could do so like this. Maybe someone will come and find me and help me evolve my class? Or at least finish me off…

  Further days passed and she could do nothing but watch as flies buzzed around her, landed on her, burrowed into her.

  Please, if I can’t do anything, at least let me die. If there’s a god listening, or anyone, or anything.

  And then just when she’d given up hope… No, that’s wrong, she’d given up hope quite quickly, and then forced herself to hope again, and lost all hope again, over and over for days. But nonetheless, just as she was giving up yet again and cursing who-or what-ever was responsible for her plight, something changed.