Behind White Picket Fences

Chapter One Hundred Four Kiersten

Chapter One Hundred Four

Kiersten

Someone called her name. Over and over again.

But she was dead.

Wasn’t she?

A lifetime of Lutheran church and Sunday school had prepared her for the hereafter, the place where all tears would be wiped away, a paradise with many mansions, and a room prepared just for her.

Her eyes felt sticky, but she forced them open, blinking. Surely heaven was not a cinder block bunker with a dirt floor?

A headache zigzagged across her befuddled mind as she tried to sit up. Suddenly a metallic scratching came from outside. Then the door flew open.

Piper stood in the doorway, holding a gun.