It had been three hours since her arrival and Jessica was still not any wiser as to what had happened, sure she was calmer now she knew she wasn’t alone but it didn’t stop her thinking she was in some sort of screwed up afterlife. Or maybe she really had gone insane and hadn’t really died but got hurt badly enough that she was emotionally traumatized and was now sitting in a mental asylum hallucinating. No, not even Jessica believed that one but it was one of the many thoughts she had been having; after all she remembered nothing after the pain. It was almost like she had been sleeping for a long long time without any memories of the dreams, just peace, there was definite peace.
Luckily for her the clothes she was now wearing weren’t the ones she had died in because walking around in that would grab more attention than she really wanted, instead she figured she was in some sort of burial clothes, a white dress. Which really freaked her out at first, whoever was responsible could have had least spared her the traumatic experience and given her normal clothes. A thought she would happily share if the person or thing were real, along with a thanks of course.
As the hour approached Jessica made her way to the arranged location, on edge and just barely keeping her panic under wraps. She was finding it was easier not to think about her death, or what she remembered of it, but it wasn’t something she had much control over and that scared her, she didn’t want to remember. With a deep sigh she looked ahead, squinting through the lack of light. She could hear muffled voices but her vision was clearly not good enough to spot them, “Sam? Ruby?”