That creature is no angel and it's not here to lead you to the paradise promised for living a decent life. It takes a moment to right yourself and get your feet under you but as soon as you do you run. You run so fast you almost don't notice the scraped feeling in both of your hands, and the tender spot on your head. As your legs bend and straighten in a rhythmic pump your knees feel scraped up as well, and the possibility of blood trickling down your leg. But that creature is right behind you and is still moaning your name. It might be getting closer. Afraid of bony hand touching your shoulder you sprint off again, increasing the distance between you and it.

Eventually the mists part to reveal a long, white glow resting on the ground. A dark shadow is hunched over it. You approach as the shadow recedes and you find the glow is your body. A closer examination shows the arrow has been removed, possibly by the shooter. Your hand slides into your still form and it feels right, like a pair of favorite pajamas.

The demonic angel has caught up, though, and stands over you with flame licked blade in it's hand. You look up at it as you remove your hand. It's free hand holds up a single finger. Then it raises the blade with the tip aimed directly over your body's heart. It's time to make a decision. QUICKLY.

My soul shall rest in the same place it has spent the past few decades, my body

I shall listen to the unspoken advice of the mummified heavenly creature and enter that swirling vortex of doom