"𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑳. 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏." 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆.I had no reason not to believe it, because even though I was breathing, I was lacking in the other area of being alive.
But I had a feeling this was in a very literal sense.
Clutching at the muddy ground, I pulled myself closer to it, my disarray giving my tired body a much-needed adrenaline rush.
My hazy eyes could barely see what I was reading, just a dark jumble of shadows I recognized to have the same length and highs and lows of my name. I opted to believe that I was simply reading it wrong and that my eyes just needed some time to adjust to the darkness.
Rubbing away the dirt on the stone-carved letters, a perfectly timed lightning strike illuminated it, and I was forced to come to the reality that this was a gravestone with my name on it.
As my eyes finally adjusted to look through the slight rain, I could see that it wasn't rain at all, but it was a flurry of snow. We haven't had snow in May in years.
I brought myself to my feet, leaning against my gravestone to pull myself up when I noticed the gravestone next to mine.
"Phillip J. Coulson."
Except that one was real. The dirt still piled on top, grass sprouting from it, a light snow freshly coating it as I stared in bewilderment.
The winds whistled around me, sending a chill to my body. My shoulders tensed, blood rushing to my head as the hairs on my neck stood straight up when I could sense someone was near.
"Something really strange is going on," I said to the person standing behind me, in a shaky tone I tried my best to steady.
"Well, Meredith, it's gotten to be that way since the woman who died a year ago fell from the sky," He raised a gun up at me. "Who are you?"
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Adventure𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑭... 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹? The job has always come with risks. Meredith Coulson knows it. After being with SHIELD her whole life, she's got a good idea of what it's like to experience unprecedented loss. S...