I felt like writing about the lich. I dunno why, I just did.
Opening my eyes was interesting. The body had its reflexes, and I had control of my old body, but I didn’t have reflexes anymore. It took me a minute or two, I think, to get it sorted out so that the body would do most of its own thing while I took the reins. How is that different from how it is for breathing humans? I guess it just is? I’m not trying to be a pain about this, for real. But this body is a shell that I’m wearing. It’s only mine because I used to own it.
From there I just needed to work out how to move my corpse properly – and of course a quick saw-and-replace of any limbs that were too horribly mangled to function. It sounds more awful than it really was, I swear. I didn’t feel any pain, and there obviously wasn’t any blood at first. They pumped in plenty of fluids once the holes in my body were all sealed shut, though. That’s one of the things they got wrong with the old-style zombies. The corpse works better if it’s got something in the veins.
It’s not actual blood, though. They use something that’s a lot thicker. I’m sure that it’d hurt like hell if I was alive, only I’m not, so there you go, right?
After my body was sealed, they washed and dried me. It didn’t exactly feel pleasant, although the soap they used was strong enough for me to smell, and it was a smell I liked when I was alive, so that was nice of them. I don’t have much in the way of pleasures in this state, but being treated well is one of them. It helped center me, and reminded me that there was a job that still needed doing. That was important.