I spin and spin but all I can see is trees. They stand and grimace and sneer at my stupidity. Nowhere can I find help. I walk and I walk but the earth goes on forever not ending anywhere. I search for a single shred of hope, of faith, but there is none. I realize I’m walking in circles. I scream and cry to the lord, but no one answers. I feel a warm breath on the back of my neck. I slowly turn around to face a grungy, disgusting, putrid, sick-looking man. He is about 6 foot, in torn and tattered clothing. He hasn’t shaven in a while and smells like raw meat.

“It’s your time to die,” he says and smashes an axe to my head. I could fell the warm fluid gushing out over me. I touch my forehead and look down at my fingers. Bright red fluid is oozing from my head uncontrollably. I hear a deep hearty laugh and turn to see him. “What are you waiting for?” he questions. And then I begin to see the light.