BECOMING DEATH: CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 2 Not sure how much time had passed since I took that gas station employee to the other side, but by the time I was faced with the burden of guiding my mortal father to the afterlife, it wasn't long at all. In fact, for me it felt like the same day was repeating itself endlessly; it could have been five minutes, an hour, or a thousand years. It didn't make much of a difference to me, though. I wasn't as jaded, still felt sort of human. I'd just dropped off a trucker I found outside of a massage parlor at HQ. I was holding the freshly printed work schedule, walking out of the elevator and through the labyrinth of offices that make up our headquarters. It was customary for me to check my schedule as soon as I stepped outside onto the vast, desolate plains of Limbo. Looking up into the cavernous sky, I always felt a deep sense of wonder, gazing up towards the glimmering crystal stalactites that speckled the dark, black subterranean roof that closed us off from the ...