CHAPTER 1: Katy

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Heat. The sensation fills my mind and I embrace the warmth. But then the small heat begins to grow. Quickly, it surrounds my body and the temperature rapidly increases until my mind forces me to open my eyes.The blazing fields around me flicker electric blue. I am frozen in shock; unable to move or process my surroundings. I take one look at the charred remains of the field beyond the fire, and I know I am completely doomed. I desperately cry out for help but I know no one will come. I am in the middle of nowhere. My voice cracks with the accumulating smoke that sets my lungs on fire. I am choking on the air that used to keep me alive. I'm dead. The smoke is soon unbearable and I am forced to lay close to the burning ground and use my thin white jumpsuit as a veil over my mouth; but it's soon soaked due to my exhalation. I am barefoot, so the burning ashes under the balls of my feet are literally burning and shedding layers off of them. I have basically given up. "Goodbye world," I think miserably. I give up, unable to see the sky above me through the thickness of the smoke. Thump, thump, thump of a nearby helicopter. I hear the chopper, and pray. It's definitely flying in my direction; flying through the air searching for any survivors which, in this case, would be me. The thumping becomes increasingly soft and distant, it's then that I lose all hope. Accepting death like an old friend; I collapse onto the scorched ground and die.

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Gods footsteps pound towards me. My vision is black but I feel the rustle of my hair and I am in a cocoon of fabric that is moving upwards. Into heaven. This is what dying feels like, I imagine, I have died and I will join my parents that died in a car crash. So many years ago that I don't even remember them. My mind fades again and I lay limp in my cocoon; waiting for god.

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