Chapter 13
Cameron fought against consciousness. The gray place was nice. It wasn’t warm but it wasn’t cold either. It was dry and it was clean, and nothing hurt at all. Every time his brain started to function again, it registered sensations like pain and nausea and abject terror. He pushed away from those feelings like a swimmer pushing off the wall in a pool and set himself adrift in the gray place again.
People liked to say that true horror was oblivion, nothingness. Those people didn’t know what they were talking about. Cameron had seen plenty of horror in his twenty-something years, and considering the faces that had populated his last waking moments, he figured there was plenty more horror to come. Better to not know, to not be aware. Better to embrace the nothingness.
He lost th
