A flash of bright light.
A tingling feeling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.
Then came the booming rumble, that rippled through the earth shaking him to the core.
Declan Mackenzie Wood opened his eyes, something he hadn't done for a year. As the light adjusted, he blinked rapidly, a small groan coming from somewhere... Himself maybe?
He was lying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. For a second he almost thought this was the afterlife, or a surreal dream that was possibly his heaven. He laid there, staring up, waiting for something. God? The Devil? Something?
But nothing happened.
After a couple minutes he realized that he could move, he wiggled his toes and fingers, the feeling almost foreign in a way. He was confused that's for sure. His last real memory being... well dying. He slowly sat up, his mind taking in the surroundings, he was on Liwa, Is this the afterlife? Am I dead? The questions ran threw his mind. He got up, shakily, it was almost as if he was an infant taking his first steps. As he managed to stand still he noticed he was lying right next to the island's surfboard shop, it looked closed, It must be early... But was there even anyone else in this supposed Afterlife?
He slowly shuffled to the window of the shop, peering in to see if anyone was there, maybe to explain to him, what in the hell was happening. It took him a second to realize the reflection staring back at him wasn't, well... Him. W- What? The shock of it made him stumble back a bit, as he blinked thinking maybe he was hallucinating.
He slowly reached a hand up to touch
Everything was too overwhelming.
When he recovered he stepped back and looked around, a gut wrenching sensation tearing at him as he laid eyes on the sandy trail leading down to the beach. A simple thought bloomed in his head, Aeshan... Kit, the thought of his friend clouded his mind. Is he alive? Dead? Even here? Where ever the hell I am... The urge of his friend was almost like a magnetic pull, he just was being drawn to the beach. Maybe this was some sign? Good or Bad he wasn't sure.
Blindly, he slowly started to shuffle down the sandy path, almost like the Walking Dead. The sand was hot against his feet, but he was almost to numb to feel it, or anything in the matter. He finally stumbled out onto the sand, the waves slowly lapping against the shore. He watched them for a moment, small tears forming in his eyes. Is this my punishment? Forced to stay in this spot forever? Forced to remember the awful terms and emotions I left him on?
Then the tears finally came and he collapsed in the sand, his salty tears mixing with the oceans own.