He didn’t know how long he lay unconscious on the stretcher but when he came to, it was a scene straight from hell. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard cries of pain and anguish from all directions. He looked around for familiar faces, neighbors, co-workers, locals at the pub, but found none. With wracking pains shooting through his body, he managed to stand up amid the chaos to get a better look around. The large tent he found himself in was little more than barely-controlled panic. People lay dead or dying everywhere. Some were so disfigured, they could scarcely be called human beings. He staggered through the tent-flap entrance and found a bench just outside and collapsed into it. Someone in a blood stained hospital gown propped him up and tried to speak to him but his ears were ringing so loudly all he heard was a monotone mumbling. They looked him over quickly, gave him a nod then darted into the tent. The war had finally come to his town. The military has warned that air raids where possible but no one wanted to believe it. Well, they would believe it now. Continue reading “A New Son”
Ryan rolled into a ball and slowly slouched into a sitting position. His vision was blurry and there was a loud ringing in his ears. The air was crisp and cool, which had a calming, soothing effect on a fleeting headache. As he looked around, he found himself in a featureless room about 10 feet square. The walls, ceiling and floor were pure white and emanating a soft glow allowing him to see clearly but not blinding him.
He made an attempt to stand but quickly flopped down. His muscles just didn’t want to respond. Content to simply sit there and recuperate for a bit, he busied himself with checking for injuries – cuts, bruises, broken bones. As the ringing in his ears faded, he could make out some kind of noise. Over the minutes, he could make out voices, like being in a crowded bar, all jumbled together, talking, laughing, singing, but all a mumble.
“Who is that?” he said, startled and looking around. “Where are you? Where am I?”
You died. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.