Sanctuary

Chapter 9

"Oh, so you are one of us." Pete stops with his freaky dance moves, finally.

"So," I start after no one seems they are going to talk "are ye new?"
"New? Vhat do you mean?"
"Well I suppose that answers that question." Pete whispers to me.
"Oh no," I whisper back "do ye think she knows?"
"Doesn't look like it." He answers me.

I take in a deep breath, knowing she is probably going to freak out.
"First, let me introduce myself, I am Aran. And this is Pete." I smile, putting a hand on Pete's shoulder.
"Do you know what ye name is?" I ask, walking closer.
"I-I think so." She looks down at the ground, contemplating the question.
"Can ye tell me?"
"It's," she thinks for a little while longer "Emma."
"Ah, Emma." I smile.
"What a nice name." She just keeps on looking at the ground, her hair falling in her face.
"Do you know were ye are?"
"No, actually. I don't." She places her hair back behind her ear.
"Do you know what ye are?"
"Vhat I am? I don't understand." She looks up and squints her blue eyes in confusion.
I sigh deeply again, preparing myself. 
"I'm sorry to tell ye this Emma but, ye are dead."
"Vhat? No, no no no. Im not dead?" She backs away a few steps, "I can't be dead!"
"Emma, we are dead as well, ye wouldn't be able to see us so easily otherwise." I try to keep my voice calm and leveled.
"Let me guess, ye only memory is of wakin up in this park? Maybe a street corner, or maybe even an alley?"  Her eyes widen as the information starts to sink in.
"I, myself, woke up in a forest. Wonderin around for days, until a person finally found me, helped me." I start to recall the memory when Meg found me in the woods, all disoriented and scared. She was the light at the end of my dark tunnel. My angel in the hell that I was thrown into.

"B-But how? How did I die!" I snap out of my thoughts and look up, seeing a few tears prickle at Emma's eyes.
"I don't know Emma, nobody knows how they die, not even when."
"Then vhy am I still valking around vith other people, other living people?!" She squeezes her hands into fists.
"Because ye are in limbo, we all are." I answer.
"Vhat is limbo? Vhat are you talking about?"
"Limbo is a dimension in-between life and death." Pete steppes forward, finally saying something.
"It doesn't matter what time period you were in, 1800, 2000, even 1100. They just throw you into a random era, in a random place, in a random community."
"Here, let us sit down and explain it to ye more." I look around, their were still an abundance of people in the park so we decided to all sit down at a deserted picnic bench, away from everybody.

Pete and I wait for Emma to calm down and digest all the information we have just given her.

"So...." Emma finally asks.
"Vhat is a community?" She seems more calm and willing to learn about her new life.
"It's usually a deserted area of land that is a home to over  hundreds of the dead, even thousands. For example, me and Aran live in a community called Sanctuary, it's a old deserted ski mountain. If you are willing, we can take you their, so you could be administrated in and assigned to a building." I let Pete answer Emma's question, he seems more knowledgable about these things then I.
"I see." Emma contemplates the question, looking at the ground.
Me and Pete sit their, waiting for her answer.

If she says no, then she would become an outcasts, a soul the doesn't belong to a community.
Even outcasts want to make it to heaven, which means they have to work like the rest of us. Which means they would have to haunt people. Haunting is the most frowned apon thing that you can do in the afterlife, the apposite of what the living probably think.

Emma looks up from the ground and stares at Pete and I.

"Can you take me their?"