Chapter 2: Second chance, but...
42 woke up again in a weird place. A still, bright place that didn’t look solid. As if they were laying on pure white light, unadulterated by worldly impurities.
He looked around and found out he wasn’t the only one. 13 was there with him. Still watching him. Creepy...
17,18 and some other two-digits he recognised as well as 06. It seemed all those caught up in the blast were here.
Along them were other individuals. Mostly two digits that were coming behind them and got caught up in it too.
He looked around here wondering how he managed to survive the disaster that 06 brewed, as did others.
Finally his eyes landed the only thing that was out of place between the inmates and the ethereal space.
A hand. Only an arm from the elbow up with its first clenched, rotting away like it belonged to a corpse long deceased, entirely blackish green.
It was stuck in what appeared to be a podium somewhere between all the people.
When pretty much everyone focused their eyes on this hand, inevitably so, the clenched fist opened up, showing its palm. And in the palm an eye-like opening.
It was shaped in a bow and looked eerily like an eye with what seemed like a scene of endless stars in a void.
Whoever took in the vision of this got a chill down their spine the moment it opened.