Nine Lives

Bang.
A fire between the eyes.
Then.
...Nothing.

He jerked awake with a gasp, sitting up right before a wave of nausea swept through him. Wildly, he looked around, but his eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the darkness of wherever he was.
Wait.
Shouldn't he be...
He lifted up a hand to his forehead, and flinched, feeling a small crater there, but surprisingly no hole.
"What's going on?" He muttered, the thumb of his other hand digging into his palm. Pain.
So....either ghosts could feel just like regular people....or he'd somehow survived. Survived being shot in the head. That should have been impossible.
He felt around in the semi darkness before he cautiously stood from the floor. Lights off. Laying on the floor. Had no one actually found him?
"Good, you're awake." A cool voice said from behind him.
He jerked, stepping back as he whirled hands raised defensively.
"I wasn't sure you'd wake up you know...there was an awful lot of blood from that death wound."
He blinked. Death wound? So... "Am I dead?" He asked.
A quiet chuckle. "Not anymore."
He blinked. "....How?" If he was dead he should still be dead. Dead people didn't rise! It wasn't like Zombies and Vampires actually existed right. ....Right?

-Inspiration from being annoyed at a story killing off a favorite character.