The cabin's door is old
cracked beams of sun bleached wood
the hinges awakening after a long slumber
letting off a sound that could only be
the screaming of damned souls trying to escape
But none of this reaches him
His stare never wavers
and all he can think about is reaching those monsters
even though as his dusty boots enter the cabin
the landscape changes and his world's true nature is revealed
He is in hell
seas of people all in the slow process of rot and regeneration
their very souls slowly torn apart piece by piece
only to be put back together again to start the process anew
He still sees only the men that killed his wife
He trudges forward sealing his place among their ranks