Drifterkind

Blake Wickens is dead.

A ghost. Or a 'drifter' as the dead liked to call themselves.

The afterlife hasn't been too bad, it certainly wasn't easy but at least there wasn't really anything you had to worry about too much. But then the bodies started showing up. And then again, there were plenty going missing too.

As the affairs of the dead become quickly entwined with those of the living, both try to maintain stability and peace that is already beginning to crumble.

The balance of life and death have begun to tip, but who will rise and who will fall?

(Minor swearing)