Paul was on the road.
He was awake, but he felt numb. He could not hear, feel or smell anything. However, he could clearly see the people hurrying towards him, silently screaming. He could see the blood on the road, spreading out further and growing larger.
Paul was frightened yet confused.
"What happened?" He tried to say, but nothing would come out of his throat.
He glanced over to the blood, which became clear that it was his, and was slightly surprised to see letters forming.
Suddenly, Paul felt the pain. It washed over him in such an intense force, that he screamed out in agony. His senses not only awoke, but also were in overdrive. Screaming, his and the people's around him, filled his ears. The smell of burning, gas and blood made him feel sick, and the pain...the pain was surely going to kill him.
He writhed in agony, and he blindly struggled to free himself from the cruel bindings of the anguish.
He twisted over to his side, and, through the hazy mist of torturous agony, saw three words formed in his own blood.
Paul gave one last writhe before blackness swallowed him up.
He went limp, as his breathing stopped altogether.
Three words falling from his pale lips.
"GOD IS NOWHERE"