The roadway turned to gravel as I followed Bilé through the cemetery. I could hear the crunch of gravel on my car's wheels as I rolled forward. The large bird glided like an eagle up in the sky. I struggled to keep an eye on Bilé while I drove and feared losing sight of the horseman’s minion.

Twilight descended upon the cemetery, so I turned on the headlights.

The landscape before me seemed strangely different. I couldn’t grasp why. I was still in limbo, but the further I drove into the red rider’s dominion the further things felt different. I perceived a connection to the landscape through my car. It was like my nervous system was able to reach through the Plymouth and into the world around me. My sense of touch, my sense of feeling had been extended through the vehicle. I could feel everything through the car. I felt more connected to Limbo than ever before.

I didn’t know if this new sensation was because I had awakened some hidden powers. Or whether I was finally starting to connect with my Plymouth in some way.

It made me lightheaded the more I analyzed this new ability. I decided it was best to go-with-the-flow for the time being.

I passed over a bridge with a stream below. The water flowed over rocks and seemed quite normal. I couldn’t see well but I thought that the water was tinted red. The trees started to thin out and the tombstones of the cemetery ended. Before me lay rolling hills and I could see flashing lights in the distance. The road turned from gravel to pavement. Amongst the flashing lights I thought I could hear the sounds of thunder. I quickly realized that it was actually fireworks or bombs going off.

The scenery started to become more and more strange. I felt like I was fast forwarding through a movie. Vague images passed before my eyes like ghosts. When I looked at the shadowy things they quickly disappeared from sight.

I saw many uncanny things.

I thought I saw a tank firing its main cannon gun, but I heard no sound. When I looked closer it disappeared into the darkness.

A bi-plane disappeared over the hillside. I thought that it had German WWII markings on its side, but couldn't see for sure.

At full speed I couldn’t make out any of the weird images I saw. Slowing down didn’t provide me with any further clarity.

Bilé swooped down and flew closer to the car. He looked at me as he glided. I felt like he was preparing for something, and I soon learned what it was.

I eased the car to a full stop as I crested a large cliff. There, I saw a crazy sight.

There were many battlefields sprawled before me… too many to count. I could see for dozens of miles in front of me and every patch of ground was being contested in combat. It was like all the wars ever fought in human history were on display before me.

To my left I could see fields of WWI trenches as French soldiers launched an attack against an unseen enemy. In the sky I could see an F-16 fighter jet firing missiles at a Russian MIG fighter plane. To my right was a regiment of Scottish highlanders charging a group of British soldiers. Bombs exploded as a US B-52 bomber dropped its payload on a French countryside bridge filled with tanks. A group of naked cavemen were locked in combat with another group of early humans. Way off in the distance I could see an aircraft carrier floating on the ocean being attacked by Japanese kamikaze fighter planes. In the foreground was a group of crusading knights who fought back against a peasant farmers revolt.

There was so much to see and the battlefields were continually changing. It was like a series of images from a movie. Each battle that I saw came into view and was quickly replaced by another a few moments later. The combatants seemed completely unaware of their surroundings.

It was war… utter war on all fronts that saw before me.

If the red horseman was the personification of war then this place was its beating heart.

I was appalled and sickened by what I saw. The dead and dying strewn across dozens of battlefields. Men and women were slaughtered as easily as the stroke of a pen. I wanted to turn my car around, leave and never come back again.

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I didn’t.

Instead I stayed fixed in place with my engine running and my eyes wide to the slaughter I saw before me.

I knew that I didn’t understand what I was seeing.

Was this all a show of some sort? Like a holographic movie displaying all the wars fought by humanity. Or was this actually happening?

I couldn’t tell.

The road I had been following continued down the cliffside and through the carnage. There was only one way forward.

Screech!

Bilé squawked at me as the creature swooped down over the top of the car. I heard the swooshing sounds of its wings as it flew past. I assumed that the horseman’s minion was signaling me to continue straight ahead.

I feared to travel any further.

What craziness was I getting into?

I knew that I had committed to this course of action and couldn't turn back at this point. Letum, the horseman, had promised me safety in his dominion, so I need to be brave and continue forward.

I revved the engine three times, spun the tires, and shot forward.

As I descended into the carnage I drove past a group of Greek or Roman centurions fighting against barbarians. I was no historian, so I couldn't tell the difference. The soldiers were fighting with spears and the barbarians were dressed in animal skins.

They didn’t seem to notice me or my car as I drove past.

The road then turned to mud and I almost got stuck in a narrow section. When I looked up I saw that everything around me had turned into a tropical rainforest. There were hundreds of US marines and Vietnamese soldiers firing guns at each other.

I ducked as the zing of bullets flew past the car.

Throughout the insanity of fighting my Plymouth Satellite felt like a safe haven. I felt more connected to the realm now and realized that all this mayhem was due to the influence of the horseman of the apocalypse.

Was it real or not? That I couldn’t tell, except that the explosions and noise around me were definitely real enough.

I came upon a section of open road with farm fields on both sides. It felt calmer here as I couldn’t see any fighting. That ended quickly as I soon saw paratroopers descending from the sky. Machine guns started firing at the men in parachutes as many of them were shot down.

Not paying attention, I drove over a ridge at high speed. The car launched into the air and crashed down on the other side. The contents inside my car were thrown around and my elbow banged off the steering wheel.

I knew that I had to smarten up to get through this.

Driving forward I continued to pass scene after scene of battle from all periods of history. I tried to ignore all the death and destruction. I committed to keeping my eyes fixed on the road.

What was weird is that not a single combatant noticed me. Everything I drove past was acting like I didn't exist.

Everything except for a dog I almost ran over.

This big German shepherd had run out in front of the car and I narrowly missed hitting it. The dog seemed to notice me and started running alongside my vehicle. It was looking right at me as it ran. Almost like it wanted to get inside my car.

It was strange that a dog could see me when nothing else did.

I drove past the German shepherd, but it kept running after me. As I drove away I looked at it in the rearview mirror. It had stopped to sit in the middle of road. Its right paw lifted up and waved at me. Like it was performing a dog trick.

I instantly felt sorry for the pooch, but couldn’t save it. I didn’t even know where I was, let alone where this dog was supposed to be from.

The sky flashed several times as bombs went off. One of the bombs impacted the ground in front of me and I swerved the vehicle to avoid the large smoking crater. The car spun out and I came to a sudden halt.

When I got to my senses a few seconds later I could hear more whistling sounds. I realized that more bombs were on the way.

I needed to get the hell out of there.

When I looked up the dog was sitting in front of my car. Its tail wagged and it panted heavily from exhaustion.

The dog looked like an innocent bystander amongst all the chaos.

I felt sorry for it.

With the bombs descending upon me I quickly opened my car's back door and whistled at the dog.

“Get in boy.. Or girl… hurry and get in!” I yelled.

The animal understood and leaped into the backseat of the car. I turned the car around and blasted off down the road narrowly avoiding another series of bombs.

When I settled in after oversteering I looked over my shoulder into the backseat.

“Good boy… good pooch!” I said.

The dog puffed as its tongue wiggled from heavy panting.

It looked at me and said," Thank you madame. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”