Trisha M Wilson

The First 18 Days Trisha M Wilson

I am in Hell. Correction, Damnation. I'm dead but I don't care. What is this place I've fallen into with its neat rows of the pure white townhouses with a backdrop of more white? Where is the evil, the fire, the brimstone, the painful, agonizing screams of torture? Where is the Hell? The only thing remotely interesting about Damnation is the fact that we can't go into Damnation Gardens. Why? What lurks behind those tall, imposing black walls? Will it be something truly hellish or will I spend eternity in this peaceful, too perfect place? Not if I have anything to do with it. Hell shall rise with me.