My life in hell has finally ended! I escaped yesterday evening and managed to get across the river to the safety of The In Between. Waking up in a bed for the first time in my whole life was a very interesting experience. Yes you heard me right, see I was born in the City of Death. Because low and behold the king himself is my dad. I hated every second of it though. Every day was a miserable combination of hatred fueled rampages and anxiously trying to please all the souls at once. So needless to say the bed experience has given me a bit of a pep to my step! The bartender in the center of the pub gives me my plate of actual food; and I have to embarrassingly slow down when I look up from scoffing it down and the bartender is looking at me like I grew up in a barn.

(I have a goal of 100 words a day. And I actually think this storyline would be cool to explore more. So I'm gonna leave this opening scene and not rush it to make it a short story)