Everybody Limbo!
Author's Note: This takes place immediately following "Abandon All Hope..." but it also takes place immediately after "Hammer of the Gods" and I know that doesn't make much sense, but you gotta kick that linear thinking for this one. Also, this is just a prologue to kick us off. I'm still writing this story as I post it so feedback is both welcomed and encouraged, though I do prefer more of the "You suck because x, y, and z" variety rather than the blanket "You suck!" statements. That said, let's get started.
Prologue
At first there's nothing, in every sense of the word. Jo remembers the feel of her mother's arm wrapped around her shoulders. She can remember her mother's voice, already distant and echoing like she's talking to her from another room saying, "I'll always love you, baby." And then there's nothing. Those memories slip away like water straining through fingers.
Jo feels like she's floating for awhile, aimless and unrestrained by things like gravity and flesh and bone. Floating and floating and floating, and then she's falling, but what she's falling into she can't see, because she can't see anything. It's not dark, it's not light, it's not anything. Joanna Beth Harvelle falls and falls and falls. Maybe she falls forever? It's boring as hell.
She doesn't so much land as stop falling. One minute there's nothing underneath her but more nothing and the then she's lying on something soft and springy. This is good, Jo thinks, at least there's something now. She feels different too, different than when she'd been floating or falling. She feels more whole, solid. Solid is good. Solid means she can start finding out what the hell is going on.
