The crash of thunder was all she could hear as the blood left her body. Her eyes stared blankly at the dark form hovering above her, the man who had just killed her. His knife shimmered with the red liquid he'd taken from her chest.
As he walked away, she tried to call out for help, but none of her muscles would move. She could feel her limbs start to grow cold from the lack of blood and the snow around her. Why couldn't she do anything? Was she dead, or could she still be alive? All of this flashed through her mind as she began to wither away into nothingness.
Her body began to deteriorate, eyes being torn away by scavenger birds, flesh eaten away by maggots and flies. She could feel all this, and wanted to scream in horror and agony, but she no longer had a voice.
A month went by until the search party finnaly found her bones. They'd been buried under the snow and Ice, only to be dug out by a canine looking for food. She watched as they swarmed around her bones, trying to figure out how she'd died. No one herd her scream or cry.
After the investigation was over, she was then buried in a grave, forcing her to spend eternity in a dark enclosed space.
Now, what will happen when you die? Will you go to heaven, or hell? Is there a heaven? Is there a hell? Or do we simply cease to exist?
