Ciel felt her eyes open. Instead of a white light or complete darkness, she saw the rustic roof of a bunker. This was not what she expected. The last thing she remembered was the gloomy sky crying heavily on the night she was shot.
'I should be dead right now. In that gutter. This can't be Heaven or Hell. Wait, am I in Purgatory?' Ciel wondered.
Deep down, Ciel could feel her heart still beating steadily, stronger than ever. Slowly, she sat up and observed her surroundings.
Ciel was definitely in a bunker that was rustic, sturdy and spacious. It was strewn with many beds, chests at the feet of the beds and drawers. Each bed was marked with a plaque that read the names of different people. One or two of the beds had empty plaques.
The plaque on the bed she had regained consciousness on read 'Ciel Walker'. Yep, that was her name alright.
The neighbouring bed to Ciel's plaque read 'Nate S.' From the teal green bass guitar sticking out of the chest, Ciel guessed that 'Nate' was a musician of sorts.
Ciel swore that the bed opposite hers read 'Christina G.' Didn't a Christina G. die tragically a few weeks before? Was this where the dead really go?
Ciel was snapped out of her trance when the door squeaked open. Revealing a dark-haired boy with black, thick glasses. He wore a green chequered shirt, jeans and black sneakers.
"Oh, you're awake huh? Welp, gotta introduce myself then. I'm Nate. And you're in the Second Life." the boy stated.