Pierced and Bloodied
There was a lot he still didn't know about the afterlife he found himself in, other than it didn't resemble any sort of realm after death that he had imagined; it was lonely, dark, and full of mystery.
He had to be careful with each step he took around what looked to be a cafe, going off the empty, moldy mugs that were either sitting on the dusty tables or held in the skeletons' hands.
"Hold on…Isn't this not right?" He mumbled.
It struck him as odd as he looked at the inanimate pile of bones that occupied the building, finding their existence to be questionable.
If this is the afterlife, why're there skeletons here…? I guess I was already acting as if it was possible, but you can really die here…? He questioned.
Either way, he didn't plan on finding out. Instead, he continued scoping out the desolate building, though only finding shattered porcelain and dusty bones instead of the key he needed.
I knew it wouldn't be that easy, he thought with a sigh.