"Sort of. We'd really only met twice." Meche felt soreness starting to creep into her back and arms and set the spear down to stretch. What was keeping him? At this rate, she'd be a master of the cavewomanly arts before he even showed up.
"I guess we have time for a chapter of my autobiography, if it doesn't put you to sleep," she cracked. "First, you should know that reapers--who I think are sort of a version of your death gods--bring souls from this life to the next and act as travel agents for their four-year journey across the Land of the Dead. The better life you live, the faster and easier you're supposed to be able to travel." Boy, she really had this down pat by now; maybe she should try to get a job at the DoD next time around. That ticket probably wouldn't be waiting for her, after all this. "I died four years ago. Manny was a reaper, my travel agent. But because of the corruption in the system, he couldn't get me any travel packages, which is how I ended up trying to cross the forest.
"He got fired by the people who were running the scam, so at first he probably wanted to find me to get his job back. I guess somewhere along the line, things changed."
Meche still wasn't exactly sure where. For either of them, really--or even whether things had never changed for her. Maybe she'd felt this way ever since his office, or even before, and there had just been layers of anger and frustration and cynicism caked over it for a while. She wondered if it was possible to fall in love at first sight when you didn't have eyeballs.
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"I guess we have time for a chapter of my autobiography, if it doesn't put you to sleep," she cracked. "First, you should know that reapers--who I think are sort of a version of your death gods--bring souls from this life to the next and act as travel agents for their four-year journey across the Land of the Dead. The better life you live, the faster and easier you're supposed to be able to travel." Boy, she really had this down pat by now; maybe she should try to get a job at the DoD next time around. That ticket probably wouldn't be waiting for her, after all this. "I died four years ago. Manny was a reaper, my travel agent. But because of the corruption in the system, he couldn't get me any travel packages, which is how I ended up trying to cross the forest.
"He got fired by the people who were running the scam, so at first he probably wanted to find me to get his job back. I guess somewhere along the line, things changed."
Meche still wasn't exactly sure where. For either of them, really--or even whether things had never changed for her. Maybe she'd felt this way ever since his office, or even before, and there had just been layers of anger and frustration and cynicism caked over it for a while. She wondered if it was possible to fall in love at first sight when you didn't have eyeballs.