Death.
It's a universal occurrence. Everyone, Including you, is meant to die—but where do we go? Do we just float in nothingness?
Some think: "We are sent to heaven if we are good, and hell if we are bad!"
What if that's wrong? What if we are sent elsewhere. A place that isn't heaven or hell if you die... It's all bad. Good or Evil, your sent there.
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Ding!
"Hm? An email?"
She wipes the oil off her hands, and sets the rag down on the countertop, leaving a small blotch of dark oil.
"Why am I getting an email this early?"
She scoops up her phone, and reads the message through her lock screen. It's something about her acceptance into a job she'd recently applied for:
"Hello, Pam! This message is in regards to the application you have recently sent. We have come to inform you that you have passed our requirements for approval, and we hope to see you today for orientation, thanks! -(???)"
The phone drops from her hands as quick as she finishes reading it, leaving a crack streaking across the screen in a zig-zagged pattern.
"I GOT ACCEPTED!" She shouts, feet bouncing off the floor as she twirls. "I CANT BELIEVE THIS—"
Before the excitement carries her any further, a fire bursts from the stove. The food she'd forgot on it burning, the fire curling upwards in black streaks, almost becoming mesmerizing.
"—GOD DAMNIT!"
She stops twirling and twists around, rushing over to her sink to try and get water. She looks around in a panic, until her eyes lock onto a bucket. The fire still blazes, growing more intense as the seconds pass by.
"SHIT..!"
She lunges for the bucket but knocks it over instead, spilling whatever liquid had been inside all across the floor. Ignoring it, she grabs the now-empty bucket, and shoves it under the running tap, filling it with water as fast as she can.
"Come on... Come on... Fill faster!" She whispers loudly, foot tapping frantically on the floor as the fire rages on behind her, heat whipping at her back harshly.
Luckily, before the fire can spread any further, she fills the bucket to the top—to the point of overflowing—and quickly hurls the water into the flames, extinguishing them before any more damage happens.
fuahhh...
She exhales, wiping the sweat beading on her forehead. "too close for comfort.."
She looks up after the smoke clears—the entire wall is stained in a deep black. Looks to be penetrated deep into the wall, and cannot be cleaned off.
"DAMNIT...!"
She slams her foot into the ground, but a sharp pain shoots through her leg from the impact.
"MMMPHHH!!"
She grips her shin, breathing through gritted teeth.
"Its fine... Everything is fine. Its just a wall, i can get it fixed... Or replaced," She whispers, limping over to her cracked phone.
She picks it up carefully as to not spread the crack.
The email is still there.
She rereads it over and over, letting the words soak into her mind.
"We hope to see you on the 23rd of this month for orientation..."
"Orientation..." she whispers.
She tilts her head, facing the calendar.
"its the 23rd..."
She keeps staring, before finally realizing.
"WAIT, IT'S TODAY!" she shouts.
Her legs move quick, sliding down the hallway and slipping into the laundry room. Her dirty clothes fly off as she rummages through her dryer for recently cleaned clothes that she forgot to take out: a button-up missing a button, some pants that are a size bigger, and socks with holes in them. Good enough.
She quickly puts them on, tightening a cheap belt around her waist to keep the pants up. Then, she runs to the bathroom and turns on the sink, splashing water on her face and hair.
"Fuck..!"
Her hair is quickly thrown into a neat ponytail and her face dried. She blasts down the hallway again, arriving at the front door where her shoes lay.
2 pairs. Dress shoes, and some off-brand shoe with a heel that's falling off, smudged with dirt.
She snatches the closest shoe, nearly losing her balance as she jams her foot into it. It's the wrong one—left foot in the right shoe—but she doesn't care. Not right now.
The door is flung open as she dashes out, a chunk of her hair flying out of the ponytail and flapping in the wind.
Cars honk, the streets are busy and full of life. Sky scrapers bend under the summer heat and cast rays down on the unsuspecting.
Her legs burn from the running, and she only comes to a stop at a crosswalk. "I'm going to be late! Change to green already!" she huffs out in panted breaths.
The light flickers and turns green. A man starts walking onto the street as Pam begins to jog again. Suddenly, a car cuts past a red light, and slams into another. The collision flips the car towards Pam and the man, crushing them instantly before they could realize.
Their souls leave the corpses, and float up. Before reaching anywhere, they are suddenly grabbed by a hand covered in runic symbols...