Eric walks along the railways, only sounds that can be heard is his footsteps and an occasional caw of one of the many crows. The once unfamiliar place now all burned into memory. Time passes differently in the purgatory... who knows maybe it's been days? weeks? months? All he knows is that he's dead and soon going to hell. That's the deal he made so he's already accepted his fate.

He suddenly stops dead in his tracks when he thinks he sees something peeking out form behind one of the pillars in the desolate trainyard. He looks towards the pillar his green eyes looking slightly terrifying with the black paint around his eyes. He calls out his voice booming through the desolate area.

"Who's there?"