Ghost wakes up slowly, feeling every creak and movement in his bones as he does so. Dear God, felt like he'd been hit by a bus. That's when he remembered. "Bastard tricked us," he groaned, finally managing to sit up. "Shot me, lit me on fire... got Roach too." He stretched a bit, and pulled out a cigarette, lifting up his mask and placing it between his dry lips.
Looking around, his surroundings weren't all that different from where he had died- a frost-covered field in the middle of an evergreen forest. There were animal tracks, and he could hear a bird in the distance, but there wasn't a soul around. No vehicles or buildings either, for that matter. And instead of a sun hanging in the sky, there was an ethereal whitish blue light that seemed to make everything glow, even the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
"So I'm dead, then?" He wondered, taking a puff of his cigarette. "Must say, heaven is underwhelming."
- Welcome to Heaven