Reincarnation & The Death That Follows

WARNING-I bring up blood and death in this, and some things that some people may find gruesome. Just a heads up.

The rain fell, hitting hard against her already red, irritated skin. She stood in the road, which by now had turned into a shallow, but strong gushing river. It was dark, and she could barely see a foot ahead. While the lightning gave momentary light and comfort, the sound of thunder gave fear. She did not welcome it, for fear she may be struck by the lightning that followed. She did not fear death, but instead feared the unknown destination after it. It was unknown even now, where her death had led her.

She stood, while her knees buckled every now and then from the thrashing of the water and rushing objects ranging from sticks to a stray bottle or two. She stood in her short moose boxers, her hair clinging tightly to her face, and struggled to move forward as she could finally make out sounds other than the rushing of the water, and crashes of trees and rocks.

A sound of a horn, constant without any sign of stopping, as she made her way forward, it seemed to almost drown out everything around her as she focused more and more on its droning, numbing sound.

She made her way, though barely, across a bridge. It was easier to walk, though her whole body cried in horrid tiring pain, but she kept going. A dim, flickering light met her tried eyes. A light pole that had fallen over and had crushed a bit of the bridge. The water was lower now, and the rain had become softer, though it still fell fast. By now the water mostly covered her feet, and below it flooded over a small stream under the bridge. She carefully trudged over to the pole, making sure it would not harm her in any way.

She leaned over the side of the bridge, hoping to meet the sound of the horn which seemed to drown out almost everything else. Now, her eyes meeting the back of a bed that belonged to a red truck, she then checked to see if it was sturdy enough to climb down. She slowly made her way down, using the wheels and the side of the bed to keep her from falling. The truck rested almost entirely on the front, where the hood was now bent, while a stone and large branch supported it. She carefully set her foot down on the open passenger truck door, and grabbed the sides of the door to keep herself from being washed away.

Inside the truck, the lights were still on, and the horn still went on, strong and constant, as she discovered the source of it. The wheel of the truck had a dent in it where one would press to use the horn, and the seat in front looked as if someone had been sitting on the seat for far to long. Instead of finding a human sitting in front of her, she found a large branch, stabbing through the window, broken, splintered, and red with blood from an unknown source. She reluctantly reached her hand to the wheel, touching some kind of unknown object she couldn't see, and watched as the dent in the wheel slowly disappeared as the car horns sound went away with the dent. She was left with the sound of rushing water, and the patter of the rain. The thunder and lightning no longer greeted her.

She seemed to have missed it now. She wanted to hear something other than the rain that stormed down upon the earth, and the metal of the truck. She stood in the truck, while resting her hand on the glove box. What was she to do now? Where was she to go? Where was she now? She backed her way out of the truck, and reached for the ledge of the truck's bed. The metal was slippery, and climbing back up seemed to be an impossible feat with no shoes, or even socks on. She climbed into the bed and grabbed an axe from an open and broken tool box, and began to climb her way up as she stepped over the wood stakes and random tools that had piled on top of each other.

She had no plan for when she stepped back onto the bridge above her. She had no idea how to make a plan. She had no idea where she even was, or what to do to try and figure out any answers to her many questions. So, instead of wondering, she focused on climbing, and only planned to continue forward, not knowing where the road would take her.

She stuck the axe into the top of the beds door, and slowly pulled herself up, almost falling and losing her grip a number of times. She reached her hand to the broken ledge of the bridge, and lifted her leg to step up. as she lifted her right hand which still held the somewhat dull rusted axe, a stinging sharp pain danced across her fingers, jumping from her joints to one another. She did not scream, but only let out a confused and pained moan, as her gip on the bridge was lost, and she slowly leaned back towards the truck. While she was now unable to use her left hand, she put all her power in her right leg, trying to lift herself up to use her other hand to grab something, anything. She dropped the axe, letting it fall down to the pile of tools and wood, and reached with her right hand, only for it to come clean off.

As she fell back, down to the truck below her, it seemed as if time had slowed down. Just for her. Just so she could watch in horror as her hand was torn off by nothing. Just so she could watch the blood flow from her ripped limb, and then splatter and fall like the rain from the sky. Raindrops and tears flooded her eyes, and a finger from the bridge fell down with her, the only finger from her left hand that remained. Suddenly ripped from her entranced wide eyed terrified stare, she hit the truck, and fell into the water below where her head landed on a stone.

While this hadn't killed her, the alien invisible force on her head would as it slowly pushed her already bleeding head against the rock, crushing her head in, and breaking her skull. She couldn't see, all she could was feel the mix of warm blood and the cold isolation of the water mix.

Her eyes, heavy and tired, opened slowly. They stinged as they met the water that filled the space all around her. No sign of the bottom, nor any sign of the top. Only sad frail light, and the bubbles that escaped her nose. As she sank, the water became heavy, almost thick, and the last bit of air had been forced out of her as she once again closed her eyes, no longer thinking and fearing of what would await her next. No longer thinking of what strange place she would go, what strange reality would meet her and tear her apart again, and again.

She curled her toes, feeling the sand in between them as her eyes staind everything in sight with her gaze. She didn't move, she stood still while looking over the dark and almost empty landscape in front of her. The sand was dark, almost black, and the sky almost matched. The only sign of life was dead. A small dead bush of sorts stood alone in the desolate desert. One would feel pity for even a dead bush to be stuck in this horrid place all alone.

She lifted a foot, as if ready to step through some invisible threshold. No longer dazed by the worlds that surrounded her, she was set on something. What it was, she didn't know. Leaving this place? finding out what had killed her? Going back to her home? Understanding the anomalies around her? Whatever it was, she was determined, though she didn't know why.