LIMBO

It was pitch dark, like night-time. There was no moon or stars in the sky yet the various people roaming about, under the dark sky could still see pretty well in the darkness.

Two of such people were in the woods, walking while holding hands.

"I still can't believe that we are both dead," Claire's sad voice sliced through the thick silence. She felt Nick squeeze her hand gently and turned her face to look at him.

"At least we are both together, right?" Nick pointed out and she nodded. Indeed, that was the only comfort in this whole bizarre situation. The fact that she was with Nick.