Quite The Entrance [Open]

"...No one...goes back?" He repeated, his brow creasing as he stared at her. What did she mean by that? Was there someone waiting to shoot him outside the door? Or...oh no. A thought occurred and his whole face curled into a cringe. "This isn't...like...Hell, right? Am I dead? What did I even die of? I was just riding..." When Adam thought about it, he supposed that he did remember Flash's hooves hitting nothing just before he blacked out; had that been a fall? A crash? Had he gone skidding down the road and just forgotten it because it was too awful? The horror went from his face as he looked about again though and then spoke casually with his hands on his hips. "...I mean. If this is Hell, it looks pretty alright." At least they had booze and as far as he could see, no devils with pitchforks. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave