“So, who’s going to die today?” Nadia said, grinning.

That’s the question. That’s the question every day. It’s almost a challenge, really. Just don’t die. That’s the way we know it, maybe always will. The government sent us on a mission, more like sent us to get tortured…..A death game, that’s what it is. Dylan spoke up “Soooooooooooooo optimistic, huh?” Dylan giggled and let out a heavy groan….It felt like an eternity had passed by of waiting to see who’d be offed and who wouldn’t. Nadia glared at Dylan. “Hey, be happy….That—“ Mike said. “We’re dead?…We have nothing to be happy for in this desolate void….” Dylan said. Yes, we were ghosts….Were?…Oh, was i supposed to say that yet…Nevermind, forget about what i just said. At the time, Mike just had died. “We’re dead. Stop trying to ignore it.” Nadia said to Mike, looking dead in his eyes. Nadia’s eyes were pure white, like any other ghost…It just looked like she hadn’t slept in months. “So……_sigh…_.If not life…….Death?” Mike asked. Nobody answered….Nobody moved. Back then, i guess it really was death.