I looked up, surprised I was alive. I couldn’t believe I had survived a shotgun blast to the chest. I guess the cartel really couldn’t kill me, hehe. I examined myself and noticed my wound was gone. My outfit revealed no trace of blood nor any holes where the buckshot had ripped the fabric. I lifted my shirt up and couldn’t find any trace of injury. Confused, I began to inspect my environment. Unsure of what to do next, I decided that walking forward was my best option. “Yahweh,” I replied. “What?” I asked, perplexed. “Get in?” “To this place, Heaven.” “Well-” the first middle eastern man started.