The Land of Dead Otakus, Cosplayers, and Shut-in N.E.E.T.s' ~ Chapter 1

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(Kathrine's P.O.V.)

Flashback

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Tall, green trees passed by us, the beautiful scenery ahead. Birds happily chirped in the sky, just as happy as we are. Astrid was driving the car, while I sat behind her, lying down listening to the radio. I hummed happily while Astrid sang the lyrics out loud. It was a Japanese song we found in an anime called 'Love Live'.

"Ubuge no kotori tachi mo, itsuka sora ni habataku..." Astrid tapped to the beat on a black steering wheel. The road was made of dirt and very oddly shaped. No signs of people were around, which I loved. I was free from the world, from reality. We were driving through a mountain, headed to a cottage, through the zigzagging road. Going down, sharp left, soft right. Another sharp- *crash*. The brakes suddenly broke and the car swerved, causing us to quickly roll down the mountain.

"What the...Kathrine! Get out!" The car slammed onto a huge boulder- then another- hitting both doors. Astrid tried to get out but the door was jammed shut. I did the same but just the same problem also occurred. The car quickened in pace as if it wasn't fast already, towards the edge of a cliff. In the blink of an eye, the car fell. The fall felt like an eternity. Fear surged through me and adrenaline pumped through my veins. We crashed on the ground, the impact causing my organs to jiggle. The glass shattered, hitting us. It cut my skin like paper and caused me to bleed everywhere, pain all over.

"Help..." I mumbled. My head started throbbing and hurting and my bones seemed broken. I touched my chest and felt my heart which seemed to be fading by the moment. I knew there was blood trickling down my face. A pool of my own blood formed underneath me. I was covered in the red liquid of my own body. I was unable to see Astrid, but we both let out cries of pain and agony. I knew what she felt. I grasped the ground, trying to crawl out of the mess, but my body was weak, and getting even weaker. Plus, I didn't even have a direction to go to. As I forced myself up, I winced in pain and stumbled back down, collapsing back on the glass-littered ground. I had difficulty to breath, each breath feeling harder and harder. I was slowly going unconscious, my vision flickering; on and off, on and off. We had no airbag to protect us, there were no people around to help us. We were definitely dead.

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(Kathrine's P.O.V.)

I'm dead. Right? Is this how death is? No heaven, no hell but just my subconscious thoughts and bunch of random scenes from the past? Astrid...crash. My brain is really dying in here, if I even have one. I am now officially overwhelmed by the oddness of death (that is, if I am dead.) Random scenes of my 'old' life filled me. Thoughts were all over the place. What if I'm in hell? What if my eternal punishment was to live forever, with only random thoughts to dwell on? Theory over theory, they stacked upon one another. Can I move? I felt a tingle but I seemed unable to move. Oh c'mon. Even having a car crash everyday is better than this nonsense! Astrid...Astrid. That name echoed inside my empty brain (as I said- if I even had one at this point). I was taught as a child that there was a heaven and hell. And look at me now...I'm trapped in nothingness. Wait- no. I can move. I could feel my hand touching something cold. I could feel my whole body touching something cold. I shivered. What about my eyes?

"Woah..." Cool, I'm alive. I think. Gah- light! It flooded into my eyes, surprising the heck out of me and I hissed like a vampire. I felt alive, I could move, but I'm sure I was dead just as my remaining memories tell me. I was in confusion; this felt different. It felt like something I never felt before.

"Astrid..." I thought to myself looking down on the cold thing I was lying on. I realized I was on a coffin in which I immediately jumped off, wondering why I was on it. It completely creeped me out. It was a black coffin, not decorated at all and it was just on the ground. Am I a zombie? How pleasant. How utterly pleasant.

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