I stopped when I heard a female voice behind me. I turned my head to see a young lady walking away from her boat. A boat. She was rowing a boat across a lake of blood.

Well if this was Hell, and she was some...devil or angel meant to torture me, running away would just be pathetic. May as well face this situation like a real badass. A badass like...King Leonidas, or Elliot Hulse.

I put on my psycho killer expression (which I had practiced in the mirror) stood up straight, with my legs spread and my shoulders back, and looked the woman dead in the eye.