Born again...

Flashes of memory, dreams broken, and adrift in nothingness. I awoke with a start, clouded in some haze of reality. What had led me to this dismal existence..oh right yeah. Sam Tarkus, me... no I, was killed by the grey robed lizard man wielding a spear. Impaled through the heart defending my fellows in mortal combat. And what in Xavian's name is this now? I reach out to my god for aid and comfort and it's as if nothing is there or my connection is blocked somehow.
 
I exist, kind of. The world is grey, colorless, and washed out. My friends look like ghostly shades of themselves.
up ahead i see a statue that is giving off a yellowish light I move towards some kind of fold in dimensions. Some kind of pocket in time.
In the pocket there was a large palace carved out of white marble an old man sat out front. I introduced myself and met Nebaniza. He seemed disoriented but told me that the huntsman was on my trail and would catch me eventually. He told me he was waiting on his love, but could not recall her visage or her name.
 
I was drawn out of the realm like a child on his mother's apron strings, back on the path with my ghostly comrades. They were moving on and taking me with them against my displaced will. Time dragged and was unrecognizable but eventually we stopped and I noticed one of the newer members of our party pulling something large out of my old bag of holding. as I moved closer I realized in abject horror that it was me, or my body at least, now a lifeless husk.
 
The newer addition to our ranks, the young mysterious lady, took some interest in my corpse and began examining me in some rite or ritualistic way. Suddenly my attention was snatched away by the howling of dogs, the dogs from beyond, here to drag me out of the land of the living entirely. Coming down the path towards me, rode a dark figure atop a unholy steed of midnight horror, flanked on either side of him were two massive hellish hounds. As if sensing the passage of time and the increase in intensity they horseman lurched forward weapon drawn ready to drag me with him! Just then a bright flash of brilliant yellow light enveloped my world and I was yanked back into something or someplace that felt familiar.
 
I opened my eyes, back in the land of the living, and temporarily safe from the huntsman and his hounds but my time is borrowed and this second life is not without some rather ghastly drawbacks.
 
The mysterious lady explained that she had risen me as a positive energy zombie she didn't reveal her name but says that Nebaniza was a friend of her fathers. As well as telling me that her spell had bought me maybe 3 or 4 days extra before the Huntsman would come to call again...We have got to move!