Alive?

I woke up in the morgue the next day. It was very cold, and I didn't immediately remeber what had happened, but I knew I needed to get out of there. After spending an hour getting out of the hospital, I ran to the closest Wal-Mart, remembering everything along the way. I stole a basic outfit of grey sweatpants, a tie-dye hoodie, thigh-high socks, and cowboy boot and set off to find Mr. Goodbar. I wasn't gonna let tat bastard get away with killing me, especially over something as trivial as eating a mass-produced candy bar. So I made my way back to the place where this all started a few short hours ago.