Winter POV
I'm walking in a field surrounded by all sorts of vibrantly beautiful flowers. I have no clue where I am, but I feel peaceful and relaxed. It's confusing. I remember shooting Thomas and passing out. Had I died? Because if I had, I couldn't complain about the beauty and serenity of this place. I touch the flowers and feel the softness of their petals, smell their beautiful perfume as it drifts in the air, stare at the bees buzzing around and feel the cool breeze as it flows through my hair.
There's no pain, it's the first thing I realize and I stare down at my body, which is whole, with no sign of the gunshot in my foot or any bruises. There's no blood and I'm wearing a purple sundress that cascades down to my toes, my feet are bare and sinking into the soft green, lush grass.
