Snippet #3268

((Sorry guys I was not aware that I had been accepted into this thread.))

Christi woke suddenly with the impact of her fall. She gasped and opened her eyes, groaning. There was nothing to see except grey, grey, and more grey. This was really going to annoy her if this was Heaven. If this was Hell, well then, she figured it would annoy her. Christi sat up with the feeling of refreshment, though she knew it was nothing of the sort. When she looked around she saw the same grey expanse she'd just looked up on.

"What the hell?" she murmmured. Then, as if the light had been revealed to her, she remembered. She remembered getting hit by a car, her legs snapping uncomfortably, her mind falling into the dark abyss. And then....she remembered falling. That was the last thing she'd ever felt was falling. That and searing pain in her entire body, especially her legs. She remembered barely opening her eyes to see the dark figure slowly fade from her vision. And now, she was awake.

Was she dead? Most likely. Was she in Heaven or Hell? Who knew. Was she dreaming? Hopefully.

Christi tried to stand up, but a weird sensation stopped her. She looked down at her legs and saw nothing but blood. She could tell from the bones that seemed too far out of place that her legs were broken. Christi tried to stand again and found that she could if she she did it slowly. It didn't even hurt, not really. It was very uncomfortable for the time being, but she could deal with it.

Looking at herself some more, she realized how much blood was on her clothing. She cautiously touched the back of her head, remembering vivid images of hitting the asphalt hard. There she found what she'd been searching for: a shattered skull, blood coming from it and down her neck. She guessed she couldn't say it was actually bleeding anymore, but she knew that there was a lot of it running down her neck and back. Other injuries included the majority of her body, but none were as bad as her head and legs.

Christi was still taking it all in when the feeling of panic she should have been expecting set in. She began to whimper in fright, all of the memories finally sinking in.

Now the questions were: Was she dead? Yes. Was she in Heaven or Hell? Still undetermined. Was she dreaming? Unfortunately not. Was she a ghost? So it seemed.

The only question that now made the panic worse, however, was 'Where was she?' Christi had no idea and from the looks of it, this was just an expanse of grey.

Then, for the first time, Christi took in her surroundings again. There were people! She wiped tears from her eyes and blinked, but they were still there. With labored and awkward steps, she hurried towards them. It was not so much from happiness than it was from relief. She was not alone and that had sparked 'new life,' so to speak, in her.

When she was closer to the group, she noticed how sad and....dead they were. Were they murdered too? Curiously, she stopped and walked around the group silently for a quick glance at what lay behind them. She read the words on the paper and gasped in silent agony.

The murderer was in their midst!