The Day Death went away Chapter 2 Dead?

Mark shot open his eyes only to find himself looking up at a clear blue sky. Mark sat up with easy, looking around him he found himself on the bank of the river that washed him away. Mark look down at himself he was still in the black coat and his shirt. Mark saw the hole were he had been shot and took off his shirt. Mark could not believe he was looking at the gunshot wound. It was still there but the pain had gone. There was no more blood coming out the wound. Just dry blood sticking to the hairs on his chest. He could not believe it. Looking around himself he saw hundreds of soaring tree reaching out as If they were touching the sky. Mark followed the river hoping it would lead him back to his town. He was completely lost not sure where he was or where he was going.

 As Mark walked along the river bank he noticed that he could not hear his heart beating. He placed his hand to his cheat to see if he was imagining it but there was no pule in his chest. He looked down at his hands they had turn from an olive white to a ghost white. Mark felt his wrist for a pulse. He was shocked to find there was no beat in his wrist. Mark was no doctor but he knew if a human had no pulse that would mean they are dead, yet mark was still standing. He placed his hand to his mouth he felt hot air pass out of his mouth and hit his hand.

“Help anyone if you’re out there i'm lost.” He yell around him his voice seem to bounce off the trees as he saw blue birds fly out the trees but no one answered his call. He could hear the worry in his voice, he had no idea where he was or how he could still be talking or alive for that matter. Mark carried on following the river back hopping he would stumble upon a person, or a house, or even a phone boxes. After two hours of wondering along the river bank Mark started to wonder if he really was dead. Was this what the afterlife was like?

It was not how he pictured it. There were no golden gates or fluffy clouds to sit on. No palaces in the sky with beautiful angels to greet him. No long lost family members waiting to meet him. There was just a bunch of humongous oak trees surrounding him and not a single person in sight. This made sense to Mark though. Why would there be anyone in his heaven, he had blocked the world off. It made sense that there was no one here to see him.  This must have been his idea of heaven block off by tail trees all around him and no people around to annoy him. Mark put his hands over his face; he could feel the tears rushing down his eyes. It was the first time had cried in a good while. The last time Mark shed tears was when he was younger. His sister came into his room and broke every one of his pressures video games. Looking at it now he realised  how silly a reason to be upset.

Mark yelled out “Please I don’t want this to be my heaven. I don’t want to be alone no more. Please give me a second chance.I will be better this time.”Just then Mark heard a familiar sound coming from a clearing out of trees, he followed after it. He was Running, hoping it was what he though it was. His feet rushed though the clearing of trees blowing a trail of fallen leafs in his path. He could still feel the slushing sound his black trainers were making as they still were not completely dried.

He arrived out the clearing of trees to see a road and a woman with dirt brown short hair talking away on her phone. She was inside a parked black sports car. Mark had not seen how worn for wear he was, so when the woman saw the boy appear out of the trees. Naturally her first reaction was to scream extremely loudly. So loud that it could be heard from outside of the car. Mark looked like someone who had risen from the dead. He had dirt all over his face. Cuts all along his arms, his shirt had tears and holes all over. And his jeans looked like something a homeless person would be wearing. Not to mention the dry blood all over his shirt.

Mark was waving his hands at the woman in the car as he approached her. His insane thought of being in heaven was put to rest by the sight of her, yet he still had no idea where he was. “Help me please!” He said with what strength he had left in his voice as he staggered over to the woman’s car. Luckily for Mark the woman got out of her car after the initial shock wore off. 

“Please you have to help me I need to get home to my parents. I have no idea where I am.”

The woman looked up and down at Mark before speaking. “Your one of them aren't you!?”Mark looked at the woman in confusion. “One of them?” Mark repeated back to the woman slowly. 
“I cannot believe its real it been all over the news for the last 48 hours. I thought it was some hocks. But here I am looking right at one. What did it-”Mark cut her off before she could finish and spoke over her.

“I really would like to get home to my parents. Take me back home!” He said in an impolite manner. When it came to interacting with strangers or anyone for that matter Mark was lacking. The woman thought nothing of it though “I think it would be better if we get you checked out at the hospital. Then you can go back home. What your name by the way?”

“Mark. What’s yours?”

“Ruby” she said as she let her lips part to reveal a cheesy grain.

“Well Mark hop in my car and I'll take you to the hospital to get you patched up.”

Mark just wanted to go home after all he thought it was a miracle he was alive. But the woman was offering him a lift. He had no idea how long a walk it would be to get home anyways. He jump into the car and they were off.