Die Another Day (#WTV+Movie)

Chapter 2

Hmm! Damn headache!

It looks like the sun is beating down hard, and I can barely open my eyes. Scary monsters, strangely dressed in outfits stained with sand or dirt, are moving around me. Plus, it's excruciatingly hot.

Memories come flooding back as deadly insects swarm in my head.

The one I just lost!

The air is scorching, and monsters make guttural, terrifying noises. 

It sounds like demons.

Would God have sided with the revolutionaries?

Would he have decided to banish all royalists from paradise?

Would I have fallen into hell chasm?

I hear an unfamiliar voice, and it's not my native language. "Hey, Warren! The bomb went off, so "boom," and we thought you were dead, dude."

Boom!

I remember a "snip" instead.

It's incredible.

I understood the demon's words, the one who just spoke. 

"I was out, but Warren Peterson is indestructible. I'm a TIGER," I reply, smiling.

Warren Peterson?

Who's this one?

 What's that masculine voice?

Demons are laughing heartily, and they almost look friendly. They're removing large iron basins covering their hair.

Oh, my God! They're gentlemen.

It's what I was afraid of. 

Almighty closed the gates of paradise to unfortunate people guillotined, shot, or even gutted. It's probably under the pretext they refused to bawl: "Long live the revolution!"

I'm furious. 

What ingratitude! All those unfortunate heads fallen into baskets, enduring unbearable in his name!

"Let's go, Sleeping Beauty!" a stranger says, helping me up. "You will be good as new after a little trip to the infirmary."

The infirmary?

A hospital?

But I'm not sick. However, it's a pleasure to see a gallant man after the last few days' painful events. So, I graciously offer him my hand, and he laughs. "Damn it, Warren! You must have badly bumped your head."

Bloody hell! 

Will someone tell me about this Warren guy?

Once standing, my legs show some weakness, and I follow my companions in misfortune with an uneasy gait.

Hell is abominable.

You can notice no one has come back from it to describe the place in detail. Everywhere around me, enormous metal creatures hurl unbearable rumblings. I fear I will be devoured when I enter one of them.

Luckily, my companions and I remain in one piece. I'm surprised to see that this thing moves slowly at first, then faster and faster.

How diabolical!

My companions don't seem to care. "Only a few more months, and we will be back home, boys. No more shitty bombs!"

"Your Rosie must be looking forward to you, isn't she, Warren?" the gallant man asks.

Warren? Rosie? 

I know!

Some unfortunate damned, of course.