Chapter Two

We spent the night in that sad excuse for a shed, and as it rained the water dripped through and bombarded off the tin roof waking us up if we managed to get even a small amount of sleep. Eventually I had given up sleeping and walked over the creaking floor to the window and looked out onto the graveyards in which one of us would be lying tomorrow. All the graves were flooded from the recent rains, and since some of the local kids had taken up the sport of digging around in old graves, odd bits and pieces of who knows what were floating around in the water. It made the marsh scene even more morbid, which added a sense of seriousness to the plan. Our plan would go as followed, in the morning I would go running to the local town hall and call saying there was a death in the near by neighborhood. The town doctor and the undertaker would come plodding down the trail to the marshes to find Jillian floating along in the water. If those idiots had any clue they would have noticed she was still breathing, but since the amount of death in our society was immensely high, it wasn't uncommon for the doctor to get a bit lazy and not look quite closely enough, as we had counted on. She would be loaded into an old rotten casket and marched down to a forgotten grave. No ceremony was required since Jillian had no family, and it would all be quite repulsive with the little kids watching from the hills giggling as they knew they would have a fresh grave to explore around. As the undertaker would lower her casket into the ground, Jillian would kick the top off and scare the old man to death, possibly giving the doctor something to do. We would gain our knowledge on what exactly happened to the deceased people, and would wreck a little havoc along with it. All would have been well if our plan had actually worked. What we didn't account for what that possibly some of our information we thought we knew about was wrong, that or we left out a rather important fact.