Rap. Rap. Rap.
He's buried in a coffin.
Light.
Don't be afraid. This is the world of the dead.
Welcome to the world of the dead.
Your name from now on is Lazarus.
I'm Lazarus too.
In fact, all of us are.
He felt thirsty.
How...? I died. Water...
It's ready.
He couldn't walk.
They entered into a room.
There's a chair...table..computer..bed..
Images rolling on the computer..his funeral...his wife crying. People..pale faces..
Cigarettes. Have a smoke. You'll feel better.
Small sips..chilled water. But there doesn't seem to be a refrigerator in this room.
They're underground. Who are these people. Angels? Satans? Life after death. This is life after death?
He reached out for cigarettes....His hands were trembling...
They were looking at him with interest.
But they weren't smiling. They looked serious.
Why do you look so confused...it's quite simple...we know how to induce you into coma like state...artificial Lazarus Syndrome. And, we'd get you back to consciousness.
Stay here for a few days...till you regain some strength.
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