There was no void, no waiting for a thousand years to be noticed by some deity, no afterlife whatsoever, and that thought scares the shit out of me. I just opened my eyes to this new scenery, meaning if I did wait however long I did, I was not conscious of it. Which means that I didn't exist as far as I'm concerned, as the only way I'd be able to justify my existence is by thinking, which I am currently doing. The moral of the story? Don't die.
The Unbound (Multiverse: The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones?)
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