Low playing music sounded in the car, as Daniel drove home. He didn't want it loud, as his head was already pounding. His mind was all over the place. Life hadn't been to nice to him in his 26 years on earth. He lost his mother and father young. His grandparents passed away shortly after that, and his brother... well his brother just didn't talk to him. More recently, the girl he loved, cheated on him, and left him. 

With a sigh, he sped up. It was dark outside now. The moonlight glowing off the desert mountains, the dust around looking as though it were ghosts surrounding the roads.

He was on his way back from visiting his parents grave site. It was a bit out of town, but he was off work tonight at the bar, and had nothing better to do, so he decided to grab a bottle, and go have a drink with his parents. He had divulged everything to his 'parents' like a scared child would do. Even after he decided to get going and drive home. His mind kept repeating everything he told them. He wasn't a weak individual by any means, but he had moments. Tonight was one of them. Heavily inebriated, with his mind running from depression, to anger, to despair, to thinking everything would be okay, to thinking why was he spared, when he had lost so many people, why did he have to endure so much? 'Why me.... why do I have to deal with so much bullshit... my brother... he's doing fine... job, wife, kids....but me... I'm fucked... everything I touch dies...withers. .. turns to ash.' It's thoughts like these that clouded his mind. 

That's probably why he didn't notice the sign saying to slow down. He had driven there countless times, he was just never drunk on the way home. Coming up, you had to slow down, as there was hairpin turns that led up the mountain. His foot pushed the accelerator down, and by the time he realized what was happening, his car had already pushed through the highway block. His hands gripped the wheel as the car shot off the mountain side, and his eyes widened with fear. It was a long way down, and the car was now completely vertical. Daniel didn't even close his eyes, as his stomach tightened. He knew this was it, the rocky mountain side was coming fast, and then, the car hit, and was mangled alongside the rocks, and rolled all the way to the bottom. When it finally came to a stop, it looked like a crushed soda can. Inside... well let's just say the inside wasn't pretty. Just like that, everything was black. No pain, no nothing.

'What the hell....' Daniel thought, as he laid there. His last thought, a mountain rushing towards him, his fate sealed. His eyes still closed, his hand ran towards his forehead, and he groaned. 'Seriously... what the hell... ugh I'm not drinking ever again." He thought. He heard people around them, but was hungover enough not to realize what they were saying. He stretched his body and opened his eyes. As soon as he did, he shot up, "Wh-what the hell!?" He shouted, taking in all the colors. He had no clue where he was, but the scenery was like something out of a videogame. The hues of the sky, the floating lands above, it was a lot to take in, and it sobered him right the hell up. 'What hangover...'

He noticed the others talking, as he checked himself. No bruises, broken bones, no injuries. "Not even... a scratch." He murmured as he stood up. He took a moment to inspect himself, he was wearing a simple white t shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black shoes. Reaching his chest, his necklace was still on too, it was just a small memento of his parents. A gift from his father that meant a lot to him. His body actually felt extremely good, better than usual. He lifted his shirt, and looked at his belly, and chest. "Everything is normal...." he said, as his tattoos were still there, along with the ones on his shoulders. Putting his shirt down, he turned towards the people talking. They seemed to be just as lost as he was. 

Looking at them, it was kind of a motley little crew. Himself included. 'What's going on... why... why are we here? Where are we...' he thought running his hand through his hair, and then to his beard. 'Why ain't I dead....'

He walked to the group who were asking questions, and threw another couple in the mix. "First of all... hi." He said somewhat sarcastically, in a joking matter. He smiled, "Yes, where are we... why are we here..." he gave them all one last look over, "...and who the hell are you people?" 

He wasn't sure if they had 'died' like he did, but he was quiet on that detail for now.