[ He has no intentions of fighting, so he remounts his escrima sticks on his shoulders. Dick's mind is quickly scanning over every resource he has, but unfortunately he's not known for his brainpower.
Dick isn't sure if he believes in a heaven or a hell, but what ifs are always a possibilty. . . As far as he knows, this could be some ridiculous afterlife, which would explain the dead man standing in front of him. The last thing he remembers is dragging bodies out of Blüdhaven's fallout and he could have easily succumbed to it himself.]
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Dick isn't sure if he believes in a heaven or a hell, but what ifs are always a possibilty. . . As far as he knows, this could be some ridiculous afterlife, which would explain the dead man standing in front of him. The last thing he remembers is dragging bodies out of Blüdhaven's fallout and he could have easily succumbed to it himself.]
How. . . ? Are we dead?