We are the Walking Dead

If only my mother knew. She would be so disappointed in me. I stand in the crowded docking bay watching the ships come in allowing myself to contemplate their moments in the dark in between the light. There is energy in this room enough to light a thousand suns. Ship Wrights with their red scarfs are running to and fro. Their hands full of exotic tools and their language regarding singularity infusers and void dynamos are foreign to me. My Casper, Crimson, manifests itself in the pocket universe it occupies in my mind. Depressed B? No, I say, lying He tries to change my mood by playing one of his favorite songs... Crimson imitates the artist perfectly. The landlord said your rent is late he may have to litigate...don't worry be happy. Bobby McFerrin would turn over in his grave. If some Casper hasn't already turned him. But there is nothing happy about the near perfect recollection in my awakened mind about the very first time I died, my dark in between the light. I never get used to it you know. it is...unsettling. Command had ordered the evacuation of earth. The warminds had all gone dark and the dirt eaters, the Fallen, were warping in at the thousands. their Ketches were so close I could almost reach out and... I remember the bodies all scattered to pieces. Devil Walkers mangling what was left of my past, preparing to deny my future. I hear the sound of gravel scraping stone, the mocking laughter of one of the tattered Captains advancing in my direction. My final thoughts are clear as a transcendent shard, I thought, how could the sound of laughter hurt so bad? Thats when I looked down and saw the electro blade deep into my armor. You know those blade cauterize, so there is no blood. As I died I remembered that my fight here was over and I was going to a better place. No suffering, no torment. Heaven. My mother told me so. I was ready to lay my burden down and join her and the millions, no billions that proceeded her and that would follow me as well. But my mother lied. That bitch was wrong and I hate her for it. Unless this is hell? I saw red when I awoke, crimson in fact. A red dot of a light in my perception calling to me and I stood up in the place that I had fallen and I cried, bitter tears of disappointment and rage. This light urging me to move to run, so many questions, but, one sure answer. There is no truth in this world, there is no life beyond, even now we, the guardians, are not alive we are in a state of atrophy and animation. A puppet on a Casper's string. The only reason to fight is found in the contents of each man's heart. But, my mother... The sound of Crimson's voice jerks me back to reality. To my dark in between the light. Xur is in the tower B. Let's vanish. I obey. I trip the light fantastic and prepare to blink out of there. Thinking if my mother only knew...