Dull throbbing came from his head, and he simply lays back down on the floor in order to just get some shut-eye. Was God giving him a second chance at life instead of simply letting him die? Or was this what Heaven looked like?

" Er… Y’ello? Anybody ‘ere? "

Chris spoke (and sat) up, his southern drawl thick in his words as he looked around the area, feeling anxiety grasp around his chest like a coiling snake.

Yellow halls, seemingly just a vast and empty space, everywhere he looked. It made his head spin, resulting in him having to lay back on the uncomfortable yellow carpet, which pretty much just made his back hurt entirely.

" Gaah… "