The sound of the thunder woke him up suddenly. His eyes wide opened as he felt the big drops of rain in his body.
"What happened?"
The writer found himself in a strange place. All around him were fallen bodies. Dead people were almost covered with mud. They were all wearing grey clothes with long sleeves and that included him. But he was the only one who woke up.
"Where am I?"
He could only ask himself that question while slowly rising himself up to sit down.
As he finally seated himself up, he looked around. He was in the middle of a long and wide road full of dead bodies of all ages.
"Oh my God, what is this?"
In the very far distance, so far from him, ahead of the road, there was a glimmering light. Only that. The rest were dark surroundings, cadavers, thunders and bolts of lights from distances and growing drops, stronger rain falling on them.
"Wake me up! Wake me up!"
That was his call to his friend Gabrielle as he closed his eyes. But nothing happened as he opened his eyes again.
Instead, he heard music starting to play itself around him from somewhere he could not establish.
"The music of that song sounds familiar."
The music went on. Then he remembered that it made him smile.
"You'll never walk alone."
(To read: Tap You'll Never Walk Alone lyrics)
Slowly, he realized he was being lifted up by some force, gentle force that was giving him strength on his legs to stand up, in his spirit renewed as fear, confusions, anxieties and all negativities in him were disappearing.
He was able to stand from the ground with renewed strength in spirit and body. He felt alive again!
The feeling brought happiness in his heart. He tried to step forward but his feet were like pasted to the floor. Worries did not enter him as he started to witness something else was happening around him.
Walking through the bodies were ghost-like spirits that took a human form in cloudlike white colors.
From the ground, some dead people have opened their eyes and slowly lifted up their arms to the ghosts asking them for help as they spoke the word, "Lord, our God."
"They woke up and could see them."
The writer exclaimed. But a soft passing of the wind whispered something to him, which he could hear clearly despite the continuous sounds of raindrops, thunder bolts here and there from a distance, yet won over by the music around them.
The music gave out its lyrics as the dead people who woke up and rose were helped by the ghost-like spirits.
"When you walk through the storm, hold your head up high. And don't be afraid of the dark..."
Not all dead people were able to wake up. Those who made it, started to walk slowly as they hung themselves, their arm on the shoulder of the ghosts that had helped them to get back to their feet.
As some of them were passing beside him, he could only see the tired, sunken and defeated like faces of the risen people.
The glimmering light from afar started to brighten more as if giving energy to anyone who could see it, like the writer himself.
"My Lord, you are awesome!"
He smiled and praised the Light as he himself felt a renewed strength of faith, hope and disappearance of all fears, doubts and mistrust inside him.
"Walk on through the rain! Walk on! Walk on with faith in your heart..."
The writer tried again to move his feet. This time he could. Then he realized a ghost was standing beside him.
"You're an angel?"
He looked around those helping the people rise up from the ground. They were all angels as he then could see their wings.
"And that Light ahead of us is the kingdom of God."
The angel responded to him and disappeared from his sight.
A strong sound of the thunder woke him up as the writer saw a pile of draft papers and his pen below his face as he raised his gaze around him.
The writer straightened himself in his chair, yawned and tried to open his eyes more, as the only light he had in his bedroom was the table light he had on top of his writing table, beside the opened window. It was evening and the sky was giving a warning to the earth of a coming storm starting from thunder bolts it was giving as an alarm.
The writer just closed his window. After that, he added his latest written series to his folder SEEN.
(To read: Tap SEEN link to the series)
He started to hum and sing the song finally as he remembers his own father singing the song to him in a video he was watching before writing the story.
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