Chapter 12: I Learn More About Dead People

We continued our stroll and I tried to make sense of this brave new world I had been thrust into. “OK. Dead people can live if they take care of their brains.”

“Correct.”

“Some are bad, but most are good.”

“Most are satisfied to live out their deaths in peace. That doesn’t make them good.” He ducked under a broken branch and stopped to get his bearings. “Remember. They’re not supposed to be here.”

“Says who?”

“We took a wrong turn.” he said, swiveling his head around. I was momentarily thrown off by the abrupt change of subject. Wrong turn? How could he tell? This part of the woods looked like every other part of the woods.

“I didn’t realize we had a destination.”

“Oh yes. Yes we do.” He spotted something and pointed two fingers. “There we go,” he said, stepping over a shrub and relaunching his lazy stroll. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”