Plains

Everyone talks about the white light. I'm not sure if that's what they hope they see, or its just become a common thing to say because people open their mouths about their near death experiences and its all they seem to remember. I know I sure as hell didn't see one.

No, I opened my eyes to darkness and shadows, to the feeling that the place I was in, was worse than any Hell I'd ever been warned about. Ever get a foreboding feeling so strong, that it can't be real? That the terror you feel, the urgency and anxiety rearing up within you was just a nightmare? That you wish, that whatever had brought you to that moment, you'd never experienced?

I'd thought I'd known fear until I opened my eyes to the Plains.

The Plains.

Its what those of us stuck here call it. Or what they called it. I haven't been here long enough to really be a citizen. All I know, is you keep moving, and you trust no one. That foreboding feeling, it never goes away. There are things here that prey on us. They hunt us, for what I don't know, I've never seen one. But you can feel them around you, hunting. You know when one of them is near, because you remember your moment of death, that fear, all over again. At least that's what I was told.

She said this place was a second chance, but I don't know what fucked up deity would come up with this place as a shot at redemption. And personally, there are some people here that look like they should've earned a one way ticket upstairs. Most of those guys though, they aren't around anymore. They were taken by the shadows or killed by others that lose their damn minds. The Plains eat at you, the constant fear and worry, it stresses the soul and the pressure breaks the spirits of the kinder few. Personally, I think they were just too weak for this place. I'm not saying I'll survive in the end, but I never pretened I was anything but a monster with blood on her hands.

This place is only for the strong. The ones that feel they have business to attend or something left undone. I'm no ghost haunting some shitty house or tormenting someone that inherited my belonings; I didn't have anything worth owning. I was a killer, born and bred. I was a terror, and I knew there was a seat at Satan's table, waiting for me. (imagine my confusion at realizing this wasn't Hell.

The Plains are where you end up when when Heaven and Hell don't want you. Its where you go when you aren't whole; best guess I have to that, is that reincarnation is partially correct. This place is a punishment and a reward; damnation and redemption. Its for those who have been wronged and done wrong. For those killed too soon in unforgiving ways, and those that brutalized them. Its the final teacher, the last chance for you to change your monstrous ways. Because lets face it, when you're brutally tortured and murdered, you're gonna enter the afterlife with a bit of rage and resentment.

So heed my advice, or don't, (I really don't give a damn), but if you find yourself in the Plains, fucking run. Run in whatever direction you feel is the most accurate. Run before the shadows realize you're here, find your salvation and do everything you can to protect them, because they're your way out.