Follow an unlikely duo on a journey to the afterlife, through a wild west filled with danger and mystique.
The wind howled like a beast through the thick forest, and the trees swayed back and forth, as if they were dancing to some ancient rhythm. The moon shone bright and full in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the land. Deep within the woods, something stirred, something ancient and powerful. It was a force that had been sleeping for centuries, waiting for the right moment to awaken. And now that moment had come.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the forest, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a Native American, tall and imposing, dressed in buckskin and feathers. He carried a bundle of herbs and a handmade knife, the kind that his ancestors had used for centuries. He walked with a sense of purpose, as if he knew exactly where he was going.
As he approached a clearing, he saw a figure lying on the ground, a white man, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest. The Native American recognized him as William Blake, a young accountant who had come west in search of a new life. He had heard of him from the people in the nearby village, and he knew that he was in trouble.
The Native American knelt down beside him and examined the wound. He could see that it was deep and dangerous, and that the man was close to death. But he also saw something else, something that made him pause. He saw a faint glow, a light that seemed to be coming from within the man’s chest. It was a light that he had seen before, in others who were close to death. It was the light of the soul, a force that was beyond his understanding.
Without hesitation, the Native American began to work. He took out the bundle of herbs and prepared a poultice, using his knife to slice open the wound and remove the bullet. He worked quickly and skillfully, his hands moving with a precision that came from years of practice. And as he worked, he whispered a prayer, a prayer that was meant to guide the man’s soul to the afterlife.
When he was finished, he stood up and looked down at the man. He could see that he was still alive, but barely. He knew that he needed to act fast, if he was going to save him. And so he picked up the man in his arms and began to carry him, deeper into the forest, toward a place that only he knew.
Chapter 1: The Wounded Man
William Blake woke up in a strange place, surrounded by darkness. His chest ached, and his breathing was shallow. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he fell back down. He looked around, but he couldn’t see anything. He felt alone and helpless.
And then he heard a voice, a voice that was soft and soothing. It was the voice of the Native American who had saved him. He spoke in a language that Blake didn’t understand, but his tone was gentle, almost musical. Blake felt a sense of calm wash over him, as if he was being cradled by a loving parent.
The Native American lit a small fire, and the flickering light illuminated the small cave where they were. Blake could see that he was lying on a bed of leaves, and that the Native American was tending to his wounds.
“You’re lucky to be alive,” the Native American said, in broken English.
Blake tried to speak, but his throat was dry, and he couldn’t make a sound. He looked at the man, and he realized that he was different than any Native American he had ever seen. He wore buckskin and feathers, and his face was painted with intricate designs. He looked like he had come from a different time, a different world.
“Who are you?” Blake asked, finally finding his voice.
The Native American smiled, revealing a row of bright white teeth. “I am Nobody,” he said.
Blake frowned. “Nobody?”
“Yes,” Nobody said. “That’s my name.”
Blake shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
Nobody chuckled. “It’s not important that you understand. What’s important is that you’re going to be okay.”
Blake looked down at his chest, and he saw that his wound was covered in a poultice made of herbs. He felt a sense of gratitude toward the man who had saved his life.
“Thank you,” he said.
Nobody nodded. “You’re welcome. But you’re not out of the woods yet. You have a long journey ahead of you.”
Blake frowned. “What do you mean?”
Nobody looked at him, his eyes dark and mysterious. “You’re not like other men. You carry a light within you, a light that I have seen before. It means that you have a special destiny, a destiny that you need to fulfill.”
Blake scoffed. “Destiny? I don’t believe in destiny. I’m just a young man from the east, trying to make a new life for myself.”
Nobody shook his head. “You’re more than that. You’ve been chosen to do something great, something that will change the world.”
Blake looked at him skeptically. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
Nobody stood up and walked over to the entrance of the cave. He looked out into the darkness, as if he was seeing something that Blake couldn’t see. “There are forces at work in this world, forces that few people can see. They are ancient and powerful, and they have been waiting for the right person to come along. And that person is you.”
Blake sat up, feeling a sense of fear creeping up inside him. “What kind of forces?”
Nobody turned to him, his eyes intense. “Forces of darkness and forces of light. You have a choice to make, William Blake. You can either embrace the darkness or embrace the light. Your life depends on it.”
Blake felt a sense of confusion and terror wash over him. He didn’t know what to do or who to trust. All he knew was that he was in a strange place with a strange man, and he was about to embark on a journey that would change his life forever.
Chapter 2: The Outcast
Nobody sat beside William Blake. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted with orange and pink hues. The silence between them was palpable, but Nobody remained calm and serene. He didn’t take his eyes off Blake, who was lying unconscious on the ground.
Nobody was a half-breed Native American who had lost touch with his own culture. He wore a top hat, spoke in riddles, and had a unique way of looking at the world. Nobody was shunned by his tribe, and he lived alone in the wilderness.
Nobody didn’t know much about Blake, except that he was a white man who had been shot. Nobody had stumbled upon him while out foraging for food. Blake’s face was pale, and his breathing was shallow. Nobody knew he needed to act fast if he wanted to save him.
Nobody had seen many wounded people before, and he knew that he had to act quickly if he wanted to save Blake. He looked around for something to use as a bandage. He saw a piece of cloth, and he tore it into strips. He used it to bind the wound as best he could.
Blake was still unconscious, so Nobody started a fire and prepared some herbs that he knew could help heal his wounds. He boiled some water, mixed in some herbs, and made a poultice. He applied it to Blake’s chest and waited.
Nobody sat beside Blake all night, tending to his wounds. He used his knowledge of herbs and healing to help keep Blake alive. Late in the night, Blake started to regain consciousness.
Blake looked around, and he was confused. He didn’t know where he was or what had happened to him. He saw Nobody sitting beside him, and he was terrified. He didn’t trust this man, and he didn’t know what he was going to do to him.
Nobody saw the fear in Blake’s eyes, and he tried to reassure him. “You’re safe with me,” he said. “I found you, and I’ve been taking care of you.”
Blake was still scared, but he was starting to trust Nobody. “Who are you?” he asked.
Nobody smiled. “My name is Nobody,” he said. “I’m a half-breed Native American who’s been shunned by his tribe. I live out here in the wilderness, alone.”
Blake tried to sit up, but he was too weak. “What happened to me?” he asked.
“You were shot,” Nobody said. “I found you lying on the ground, and I’ve been tending to your wounds ever since.”
Blake looked down at his chest, and he saw the bandages. He remembered the pain and the blood. He looked up at Nobody, and he was grateful. “Thank you,” he said.
Nobody nodded. “You’re welcome,” he said. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
Blake looked out at the wilderness, and he saw the stars twinkling in the sky. He realized that he was miles from civilization, and he didn’t know how he was going to get back. He looked back at Nobody, and he knew he needed his help.
“Can you help me?” Blake asked.
Nobody smiled. “I’ll take you as far as I can,” he said. “But we have a long way to go.”
Blake nodded. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“We’re going down the river,” Nobody said. “There’s a town not too far from here, where we can get you some proper medical attention.”
Blake was relieved. He didn’t know how he was going to get out of this mess, but he trusted Nobody. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Nobody helped Blake to his feet, and they started walking down towards the riverbank. Blake was weak, but he was determined to see this through. He was going to survive, no matter what.
Chapter 3: Journey Down the River
Nobody and Blake continued their journey down the river, with Blake still unsure if he could trust the strange man who had saved his life. As they floated along the river, Blake began to feel better physically, but mentally, he was still struggling to make sense of everything that had happened to him.
Nobody, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by their situation. He spoke little, but when he did, it was usually in riddles that Blake found difficult to understand. He wore his top hat at all times, and seemed to view the world in a completely different way than Blake was used to.
As they passed through different areas, they encountered a variety of people – some friendly, others not so much. There were fishermen who waved as they passed by, and homesteaders who eyed them suspiciously. They also encountered a group of bandits who demanded they turn over all their belongings, but Nobody managed to scare them off with his strange mannerisms and talk of spirits.
Despite their different backgrounds, Blake and Nobody developed a routine as they floated down the river. Blake would help with the paddling while Nobody kept an eye out for danger. They would stop every so often to rest, and Nobody would share stories about his people and their beliefs about death and the afterlife.
One day, as they rounded a bend in the river, they stumbled upon a group of travelers who had set up a makeshift camp. Among the group was a woman named Mary, who was pregnant and in dire need of medical attention.
Nobody approached the group and spoke with them, and soon they had set up a small fire to boil water. Blake helped Mary deliver her baby, which was a difficult and painful process. But in the end, the baby was born healthy, and the travelers were grateful for their assistance.
As they continued down the river, Blake began to realize that he was starting to trust Nobody. He still didn’t understand everything the man said, but he could tell that he meant well. Nobody seemed to have a depth of experience and wisdom that Blake lacked, and he found himself drawn to the man’s quiet presence.
But their journey was far from over, and as they floated further down the river, they encountered more and more danger. They had to navigate rapids and avoid treacherous rocks, all while watching out for potential attackers. They also had to deal with the harsh elements, as the weather turned colder and the wind picked up.
At night, they would tie up their raft along the shore and build a small fire to keep warm. Nobody would offer Blake a small amount of meat or some berries, and they would sit in silence as they stared into the flames.
As they approached the next town, Blake began to feel a sense of dread. He knew that they were getting closer to the place where he had been shot, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to confront the reality of what had happened to him.
Nobody seemed to sense Blake’s apprehension, and he spoke to him in a gentle voice. “We must face what lies ahead,” he said. “Only then can we move on.”
Blake nodded, and they continued down the river.
Finally, they saw the town in the distance. Smoke billowed from the chimneys, and the sound of machinery could be heard in the air. As they approached, Blake felt a sense of unease wash over him.
“What is this place?” he asked Nobody.
“This is the town of Machine,” Nobody replied. “It is a place of great darkness. We must be careful.”
Chapter 4: Town of Machine
The town of Machine was a desolate place, as though it had been drained of all life and vitality. The buildings were dilapidated and the streets were dusty and barren. People moved about like automatons, going through their daily motions with vacant expressions on their faces. William Blake had never seen anything like it.
As they approached the town, Nobody warned Blake to be cautious. “This place has no heart,” he said. “It’s ruled by a man who thinks he’s above the law.”
They entered the town, and immediately felt a sense of unease. Nobody led Blake to a saloon, where they could get some food and rest. The place was nearly empty, except for a few souls who had nothing better to do than sit at the bar and drink. Nobody ordered a plate of beans and some whiskey, while Blake sat at a table, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in strode a man who appeared to be the owner of the establishment. He was a portly man, with a bushy mustache and a cold, calculating stare. He surveyed the room with a look of disdain, and when his eyes fell on Blake, he sneered.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
“No,” Blake replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“Well, let me give you a piece of advice. Keep your head down and your mouth shut. This is my town, and I don’t take kindly to outsiders.”
Blake felt a chill run down his spine. This man, he knew, was dangerous.
As they finished their meal, Nobody told Blake a little about the man who ruled the town. His name was John Dickinson, and he was a powerful and ruthless businessman who controlled everything and everyone in Machine. Nobody told him that Dickinson used to employ him, but he couldn’t stand the corruption and eventually left.
Blake was appalled at what he heard. How could a man like Dickinson be allowed to run roughshod over people like this? He resolved to find out more about him and see what could be done to stop him.
The next day, they set out to explore the town. Everywhere they went, they saw evidence of Dickinson’s greed and corruption. The people were afraid to speak out, and those who did were quickly silenced.
Blake and Nobody came across a group of workers who were digging a ditch under the hot sun. They were all covered in sweat and grime, and looked completely exhausted. Blake approached them and asked if they needed any help.
One of the workers looked up at him, his eyes full of despair. “We can’t keep up with the work,” he said. “Dickinson keeps pushing us harder and harder, and we’re not getting paid enough to live on.”
Blake felt a surge of anger and frustration. This wasn’t right. He asked the workers where he could find Dickinson, and they pointed him towards the town hall.
He and Nobody made their way to the imposing building, where they were met by a pair of armed guards. Blake explained that he wanted to see Dickinson, but the guards told him that was impossible.
“Tell him I’m here to discuss the welfare of his workers,” Blake said, trying to sound as authoritative as possible.
The guards hesitated, then reluctantly let him in. Blake and Nobody were led into a grand hall, where Dickinson was seated behind a large desk, looking imperious.
“What brings you to my town?” he said, folding his arms across his chest.
“I’m here to talk to you about the way you’re treating your workers,” Blake said, trying to keep his tone steady.
Dickinson laughed. “My workers? They’re lucky to have jobs at all. If they don’t like it, they can leave.”
Blake felt his blood boil. How could this man be so heartless?
“I don’t think you understand,” he said, his voice rising. “These people are human beings, not animals. They deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.”
Dickinson leaned back in his chair and regarded Blake with a cool, appraising gaze. “You have a lot of nerve, coming into my town and telling me how to run my business,” he said. “I suggest you leave now, before things get ugly.”
Blake knew he was in a dangerous situation. But he also knew he couldn’t back down. He stood his ground and looked Dickinson straight in the eye.
“I’m not leaving,” he said. “Not until you agree to change your ways.”
Dickinson laughed again, but this time there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “You’re a brave man, I’ll give you that,” he said. “But you’re also a fool. You have no idea what you’re up against.”
With that, he signaled to his guards, who stepped forward menacingly. Blake and Nobody stood ready, prepared to fight if necessary.
But then, unexpectedly, a strange thing happened. Dickinson’s face softened, and he lowered his eyes.
“You’re right,” he said, almost in a whisper. “I’ve become so consumed with my own ambition that I’ve lost sight of what’s important. I’ll try to do better. I promise.”
Blake and Nobody were taken aback. They had expected a fight, not a sudden change of heart.
As they left the town hall, Blake turned to Nobody. “Do you think he’s sincere?” he asked.
Nobody shrugged. “Who knows? But it’s a start. Maybe we can make a difference after all.”
Blake wasn’t sure if that was true or not. But he knew one thing for certain: he wasn’t going to give up. Not until he had done everything in his power to make things right.
Chapter 5: The Woman in White
William Blake was appalled by what he saw in the town of Machine. Everyone seemed to be under the control of the ruthless businessman, Dickinson. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this place alive and he didn’t trust Nobody, the half-breed who had found and healed him. However, when he met Thel, everything changed.
Thel was a beautiful woman who was married to Charlie, the man who had shot Blake. Blake had seen her in town before and had admired her from afar. He had no idea what she was going through but now he saw how Charlie treated her. Charlie was a brute of a man, who didn’t care for anyone but himself. He would beat Thel mercilessly, for any reason at all. Blake was horrified by what he saw, and he knew he had to do something to help her.
One day, Blake saw Charlie and Thel arguing in the street. Thel was begging him not to hit her, but Charlie was too angry. Blake couldn’t stand by and watch any longer, and he stepped in between them. Charlie was bigger and stronger than Blake, but Blake was determined to protect Thel.
“Leave her alone!” Blake yelled, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Charlie was taken aback and started to turn his anger towards Blake. But before he could do anything, Blake punched him square in the jaw. Charlie fell to the ground, unconscious. Thel was shocked but relieved that someone had finally stood up to her husband.
Blake took Thel into his room, to protect her from Charlie. He made her a cup of tea and they talked for hours. Thel told him about her life, how she had grown up in the town but had always felt trapped here. She had married Charlie because he was the only man who had ever shown her any interest. But that interest quickly turned into possessiveness and abuse.
Blake listened intently, and he felt a connection to Thel that he had never felt before. He wanted to protect her and take her away from this place, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy. They both fell asleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day.
The next morning, Charlie came looking for Thel. He was angry and looking for revenge. Blake knew he had to protect her, so he confronted Charlie once again. This time, Charlie was armed, and Blake knew he was no match for him. But he was determined to protect Thel, no matter what.
Charlie aimed his gun at Blake, and the room fell silent. Thel was hiding in the corner, terrified. Blake closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. But then, there was a loud crash as someone broke through the window. It was Nobody.
Nobody had come to help Blake and Thel. He had heard the commotion and rushed over to help. Nobody was quick and agile, and he disarmed Charlie in no time. Charlie fled, and Blake was left with Nobody and Thel.
Thel was grateful to Blake for protecting her, and she felt safe with Nobody around. Nobody revealed that he worked for Dickinson, but he had left because he couldn’t stand the corruption. He wanted to help Blake and Thel escape from this place and start a new life together.
Blake was hesitant, but he knew that he couldn’t stay here any longer. He had fallen for Thel, and he wanted to protect her. Nobody had a plan, and they started to make preparations to leave the town of Machine behind.
Chapter 6: Nobody’s Past
As they journey down the river, Nobody begins to open up to Blake about his past. Blake realizes that there is much more to Nobody than what meets the eye.
Nobody begins by telling Blake that he used to work for Dickinson, the ruthless businessman who runs the town of Machine. He was one of his most trusted employees and was responsible for carrying out many of his dirty deeds.
However, he couldn’t stand the corruption and immorality he witnessed every day. Dickinson would do anything to make money, even if it meant killing innocent people or destroying the environment.
So, Nobody decided to quit. He couldn’t continue to work for such an evil man. Dickinson was furious and vowed to have him killed. Nobody has been on the run ever since.
Blake is shocked by what he hears. He knew that the town was corrupt, but he had no idea just how bad it was. He begins to realize that they are in even more danger than he originally thought.
Nobody continues to tell Blake about his past. He reveals that he used to be a member of a Native American tribe. However, he was never fully accepted because of his mixed heritage. He was always an outcast, never fully belonging to either the white man’s world or the Native American world.
Eventually, Nobody left the tribe and became a wanderer. He would travel from place to place, never staying in one spot for too long. He began to wear a top hat and speak in riddles as a way of distancing himself from the world.
Blake can’t help but feel sorry for Nobody. He realizes that they have more in common than he originally thought. Both of them are outsiders in this world, never fully belonging.
As they continue to talk, Blake begins to understand why Nobody has been helping him. Nobody sees a bit of himself in Blake. He wants to help him avoid the mistakes he made in his own life.
Nobody tells Blake that they need to be careful. Dickinson will stop at nothing to get rid of them. They need to stay one step ahead of him if they want to survive.
Blake begins to understand the full scope of their situation. He realizes how dangerous Dickinson is and how much he wants to kill Nobody. He starts to wonder if they will ever make it out of this alive.
As they approach the town of Machine, Blake can’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He knows that this place is the heart of the corruption. He wonders what they will find when they get there.
Nobody tells Blake that they need to be careful. They can’t let anyone know that they are together. If Dickinson finds out, they will be in even more danger.
Blake feels a sense of unease wash over him. He wonders what else Nobody hasn’t told him. He knows that there is much more to this man than what meets the eye. However, he is also beginning to trust him. He can’t help but feel that they are in this together, both outsiders in a corrupt world.
As they approach town, Blake can’t help but wonder what will happen next. He knows that they are walking into a dangerous situation, but he also knows that he can’t turn back now. He has to see this through to the end.
Chapter 7: The Spirit World
Nobody’s words echoed in Blake’s head as they made their way down the river towards their destination, “You’re already dead, William Blake. You’re in the spirit world now.” Blake was skeptical, he brushed it off as a mere hallucination. He still felt very much alive, the pain from his gunshot wound, the wind in his hair, the chill in the air – all felt too real to be a post-death experience.
“You’re delirious,” Blake spat at Nobody, trying to shake off the thought.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” Nobody sighed, lowering his head in disappointment.
Blake shook his head, “No, I don’t. How could I be dead? I’m still breathing.”
“You’re breathing, but it’s only a bodily function. You don’t have a heartbeat anymore,” Nobody explained patiently.
Blake looked down at his chest, he couldn’t feel his heart pounding. He started to feel a sense of unease creep up on him. “What happens now? Where do we go?”
“We have to reach your final destination, where your soul will be guided to the afterlife,” Nobody replied.
“And where is that?”
Nobody looked up at the sky, “It’s a sacred place, hidden from the living. It’s where the spirit world and the human world intersect. We’ll know when we get there.”
Blake was skeptical, but he had no other choice but to follow Nobody’s lead. As they continued down the river, their surroundings began to change. The trees became taller, their leaves glowed with an ethereal light, the water sparkled with a luminous glow.
Blake rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating. “What’s happening to the world around us?”
“This is the spirit world, William. It’s different from the human world. Here, everything is alive, even the rocks have a soul,” Nobody replied.
Blake couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he had never heard of such a thing before. He looked around him in awe, amazed at the beauty of this new, surreal world.
As they approached their destination, Blake began to see familiar faces. His grandparents, long-dead friends, even his dog, Rufus, who had passed away when he was seven, all greeted him with warmth and love.
Blake felt his eyes fill with tears, he had missed them so much. “Is this real? Or am I dreaming?”
Nobody smiled, “It’s as real as it gets, William. This is the spirit world, where souls go to rest.”
Blake couldn’t believe it, he was surrounded by memories of the past, of a life he had left behind. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, as if a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
As they made their way to the final destination, Nobody began to fade away. “I can’t go with you any further, William. My journey ends here.”
Blake looked at Nobody, seeing him for the first time as the mysterious and wise man he was, not just a strange half-breed he had met on the river. “Thank you, Nobody. Thank you for everything.”
Nobody smiled, “It was my pleasure, William. Remember, this is not the end. It’s merely a new beginning.”
Blake nodded, feeling a sense of understanding and enlightenment. He continued on alone, towards his final destination.
As he reached the end of his journey, he saw a light in the distance. It was soft and welcoming, beckoning him to come closer. The closer he got, the brighter it became, until it enveloped him in its warmth.
He felt a sense of peace and joy as he saw his loved ones waiting for him on the other side. His grandparents, old friends, even Nobody was there, smiling.
He walked towards them, feeling light and free. He had finally reached the other side, the afterlife, a place where he would rest in peace forevermore.
As he approached his loved ones, he looked back one last time to see Nobody’s body stirring awake, his spirit returning to the empty vessel. Nobody put on his top hat, took his cane, and walked off into the wilderness, a native American outcast who had found his place in the world.
Blake smiled, knowing that Nobody had finally found his peace too. He turned back to his loved ones, ready to embrace his new life in the afterlife.
Chapter 8: The Final Confrontation
The sound of galloping horses echoed through the empty streets of Machine. William Blake and Nobody ran as fast as they could, trying to avoid the bullets that whizzed past their heads. They had no choice but to face Dickinson’s men head on – it was either that or die trying to escape.
Blake was exhausted and his wounds had opened up again. The pain was excruciating, but he refused to give up. He knew that he had to keep fighting if he wanted to survive. Nobody, on the other hand, was calm and collected. He moved with a grace that Blake had never seen before. It was as if he was dancing, weaving in and out of the bullets that came his way.
They had reached the outskirts of town, where the buildings gave way to open fields. It was here that they would make their stand. Blake took cover behind a large boulder, while Nobody knelt behind a fallen tree. Dickinson’s men rode towards them, firing their guns.
“Are you ready?” Nobody asked, his eyes never leaving the approaching riders.
“I’ll do my best,” Blake replied, his voice weak.
Nobody nodded and stood up, his top hat still in place. He raised his cane and pointed it at the riders. Suddenly, the ground shook and the air crackled with energy. A bolt of lightning shot from the tip of the cane and struck one of the riders, throwing him from his horse. The other riders hesitated for a moment, stunned by what they had just seen.
Blake watched in amazement as Nobody continued to use his mysterious powers. He conjured up a swarm of bees that attacked another rider, causing him to fall from his horse. He created a gust of wind that knocked the third rider off balance. Blake couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was like watching a magician perform a show.
But the riders weren’t defeated yet. They regrouped and charged towards Blake and Nobody. Bullets flew past them, hitting the ground and ricocheting off the rocks. Nobody continued to use his powers, but he was tiring. Blake knew that they needed to end this quickly, or they would be overwhelmed.
He looked around, searching for something, anything that could help them. Then he saw it – a large rock formation, jutting out of the ground like a monument. He pointed to it and yelled over the gunfire, “We have to get behind that!”
Nobody nodded and they made a run for it. The riders chased after them, closing in fast. Blake felt his heart racing as he ran, his chest burning with pain. He didn’t know if he could make it. But he had to. He had come too far to die now.
They reached the rock formation and took cover behind it. The riders pulled up and dismounted, taking up positions around them. They were trapped. Blake and Nobody exchanged a look – they both knew that this was it. This was the final showdown.
The tension was thick in the air. Nobody raised his cane and a ball of flame erupted from the tip. He threw it at the riders, hitting one of them in the chest. The man screamed in agony as he caught fire and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down. Blake watched as the remaining riders charged towards them, their faces twisted in anger. He saw the glint of the sunlight on their guns, heard the whinny of their horses. He knew that this was going to be the end.
But then something strange happened. The ground beneath the riders’ feet began to shake. A low rumble grew louder and louder until it became a deafening roar. The riders were knocked off their feet as the earth split apart beneath them. They fell into a deep chasm, disappearing into darkness.
Blake and Nobody were left alone, staring at the smoking chasm. They both knew that none of this was normal. Nobody turned to Blake and said, “It’s time. Let’s go.”
Blake nodded and followed Nobody as he led him towards the afterlife. He had no idea what to expect, but he knew that he was ready. He had faced death and had come out alive. He had found a friend in Nobody, and had learned to believe in the impossible.
As they walked towards the light in the distance, Blake felt a sense of peace wash over him. He had come full circle, back to where he had started. But he was a different man now. He had faced his fears and had emerged stronger for it. He had found his place in the world, and he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
Chapter 9: The Afterlife
William Blake lay flat on his back, staring up at the starry sky as his body slowly shut down. His mind was consumed with thoughts of his past, his regrets, and the things he wished he’d done differently. He could feel his spirit leaving his body, drifting upwards towards the twinkling lights above.
He became aware of someone standing beside him, a figure cloaked in shadows. The figure beckoned to him, and Blake felt himself drawn towards it.
“Welcome, my friend,” the figure said, its voice soft and gentle. “You have passed through the veil and come to us in the spirit world.”
Blake looked around, and realized that he was in a vast, open plain. The sky above him was a riot of color, with swirling clouds of pink, blue, and purple. In the distance, he could see other beings – some looked like people he’d known on earth, while others were strange, otherworldly creatures he couldn’t begin to describe.
The figure beside him was a Native American man, tall and lean, with a weathered face and deep-set eyes. He introduced himself as the tribal shaman, and guided Blake towards a circle of teepees on the far side of the plain.
As they walked, the shaman explained the nature of the afterlife. “This is a place where spirits come to rest,” he said. “It is a place of peace and reflection, where you can contemplate your life and prepare for the next stage of your journey.”
Blake listened intently, fascinated by the shaman’s words. He had always been curious about the unknown, and the idea of an afterlife had always held a certain appeal for him. But now that he was here, he felt an overwhelming sense of awe and confusion.
“What about…God?” he asked tentatively. “Where is He in all of this?”
The shaman smiled gently. “God is everywhere, my friend,” he said. “He is in the wind, the sun, the stars. He is in you, and me, and all of us. This is His realm, just as much as the earth is.”
They reached the teepee circle, and the shaman led Blake inside one of the tents. There was a fire burning in the center, and the flickering light cast shadows across the walls.
“This is where we will prepare you for your journey,” the shaman said, gesturing towards a pile of blankets in the corner. “Lie down, and rest. When you are ready, we will guide you to the next stage.”
Blake did as he was told, and curled up beneath the blankets. He felt a sense of peace and calm washing over him, and he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift.
When he opened them again, he was standing in a vast, open desert. The sun was beating down on him, and he could feel the sand beneath his feet. He looked around, and saw a figure approaching him from the distance.
As the figure drew closer, Blake recognized him as Nobody – the strange, enigmatic man who had saved his life and guided him to the afterlife.
“Nobody – what are you doing here?” Blake asked, surprised to see him in this strange place.
“I am here to guide you, my friend,” Nobody said. “Just as I guided you in the world of the living, so too will I guide you in the world of the dead.”
Blake felt a jolt of fear. “The world of the dead? What does that mean?”
Nobody smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It means that you have a journey ahead of you,” he said. “A journey that will take you to places you have never imagined. But fear not – I will be with you every step of the way.”
Together, they began walking across the desert, with Nobody pointing out landmarks and explaining the meaning behind them. Blake listened, awed by the depth and complexity of the afterlife.
As they walked, they encountered other spirits – some were friendly, while others were hostile and aggressive. Blake felt himself growing stronger and more confident with each encounter, and soon he was brimming with a sense of purpose and determination.
Finally, they reached a towering mountain, its peak shrouded in mist. Nobody led Blake up the mountain, and as they climbed higher, the air grew colder and thinner.
At last, they reached the summit, and Blake saw a shimmering portal standing before him. Nobody gestured towards it, and Blake stepped through.
He found himself standing in a vast, empty space – a place of pure white light and boundless possibility. For a moment, he stood there, awed and overwhelmed.
Then he heard a voice calling to him, distant and faint. He followed the sound, and soon he saw a figure standing in the distance – a figure he recognized as his mother, who had passed away years ago.
Tears sprang to his eyes, and he ran towards her, calling out her name. She turned, smiling, and opened her arms to him.
As they embraced, Blake felt an overwhelming sense of joy and love. He realized that this was the true meaning of the afterlife – a place of healing, growth, and reunion with those we have lost.
He knew he was ready to move on to the next stage of his journey, and he turned to Nobody, smiling gratefully. “Thank you,” he said. “For everything.”
Nobody tipped his hat, his expression inscrutable. “You’re welcome, my friend,” he said. “But there’s still much more to come.”
As Blake passed through the portal and into the unknown, his heart was full of excitement and anticipation. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead, with Nobody by his side.
Chapter 10: The End
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Nobody’s spirit entered his lifeless body. He stood up, dusted himself off, and looked around. He could see the spirit world fading away behind him, and he knew that he had to keep moving forward.
Nobody had always been an outcast, never really fitting in with the Native Americans or the white men. But he had found some sense of purpose with William Blake, even if it was brief and tragic. Now he was alone again, but he was different. He had seen things that most people never could, and he had a deeper understanding of life and death.
Nobody began walking, his top hat and cane in hand. He was headed west, but he didn’t know where he was going. He just knew that he had to keep moving. The wilderness was his home, and he felt a sense of peace there that he had never felt in the crowded towns and cities.
As he walked, Nobody saw flashes of memories from his own life. He remembered a time when he was a young boy, playing with his siblings in the fields. He remembered a time when he was a teenager, trying to find his place in the world. He remembered a time when he was a young man, working for Dickinson and trying to make a difference.
Now, as an old man, Nobody knew that he had found his purpose. He had helped William Blake find his way to the afterlife, and in doing so, he had found his own peace. He had always been an outcast, but he had finally found his place in the world.
As he walked, Nobody saw a group of Native Americans in the distance. They were his own people, but he hadn’t seen them in years. He approached them cautiously, not knowing how they would receive him.
The leader of the group, a wise old man who Nobody recognized as one of his own ancestors, approached him and spoke.
“Nobody, we have been waiting for you. Your role in the world is not yet finished.”
Nobody was confused. “What do you mean? I have helped William Blake find his way to the afterlife. My role is done.”
The old man shook his head. “No, Nobody. Your purpose is much greater than that. You have a gift. You can see things that most people cannot. You can communicate with the spirits. You have a duty to use this gift to help others.”
Nobody thought about this for a moment. He had always assumed that he was meant to be an outcast, that he was not meant to have a role in the world. But now he realized that he had a responsibility to use his gift for good.
He turned to the old man. “What do you want me to do?”
The old man smiled. “We have many people in our tribe who are sick, or who have lost their way. We need someone who can communicate with the spirits, to help guide them back to the right path. We believe that you are the one who can do that.”
Nobody thought about this for a moment. It was true that he had always felt a connection to the spirits, even if he didn’t always understand it. He had always been an outcast, but maybe that was because he had a greater purpose in life.
He nodded to the old man. “I will do it.”
And so, Nobody joined the tribe and began using his gift to help those in need. He communicated with the spirits, guiding lost souls back to the right path. He helped heal the sick, using his understanding of the spirit world to bring them back to health.
As the years went by, Nobody became a respected member of the tribe. He was no longer an outcast, but a valued member of the community. He had found his purpose in life, and he was grateful for it.
One day, when he was an old man, Nobody sat alone in the wilderness. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun beginning to set. He smiled, knowing that his time in this world was coming to an end.
As the sun disappeared over the horizon, Nobody closed his eyes. He felt a sense of peace, knowing that he had fulfilled his purpose in life. He had helped others, and he had found his place in the world.
And then, he was gone. His spirit passed through to the other side, where he was greeted by William Blake and all the others who had passed on before him. He smiled, knowing that he had lived a full life, and that he had helped others in his own unique way.
The wilderness was silent now, as the sun set on the life of Nobody. But his spirit would live on, guiding lost souls and healing the sick. He had found his purpose, and in doing so, he had become a legend.
Some scenes from the movie Dead Man written by A.I.
EXT. THE WILD WEST – DAY
The camera pans over a rough terrain of the Wild West, the sun is blazing down on the parched earth. We see a man, William Blake, stumbling towards the camera, clutching his chest. He looks disoriented and in agony.
EXT. THE RIVER – DAY
Blake stumbles and falls into the river. He struggles to stay afloat, before finally sinking beneath the surface.
INT. A CAVE – DAY
We see a Native American, NOBODY, sitting in a cave. His eyes closed, as if in deep meditation. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and stands up, sensing something.
EXT. THE RIVER – DAY
Nobody runs towards the river and finds Blake’s body floating face down in the water. He drags him to the side and hauls him onto the bank.
INT. THE CAVE – DAY
Nobody lays Blake down on a mat in the cave, and begins to examine his wounds. He pulls out a knife and starts to work on Blake’s chest.
What are you doing?
Preparing you for the afterlife.
I’m not ready to die.
You don’t have much choice.
Nobody continues to work on Blake’s chest, murmuring softly to himself.
What are you doing to me?
Blake screams in agony, but Nobody continues to work. Finally, he leans back and closes his eyes.
Blake gasps for breath and opens his eyes, looking confused.
Where am I?
In the land of the living, my friend.
FADE TO BLACK.
(END OF SCENE)
Opening shot: William Blake, a young accountant is left for dead in the wilderness after being shot by a jealous suitor of a woman he has befriended. He is found by Nobody, an outcast Native American who decides to help him.
INT. NOBODY’S CAVE – DAY
Nobody, a half-breed man in his mid-30s, sits next to Blake, a white man in his late 20s, who is unconscious and breathing heavily. He examines Blake’s wound and starts to work on healing him.
Nobody: (speaking to himself) “You’re a strange one, William Blake. Traveling all the way out here just for love. But now, you’re on a different kind of journey.”
INT. NOBODY’S CAVE – NIGHT
Blake wakes up to find himself in Nobody’s cave. He is confused and disoriented. Nobody is sitting next to him, drinking from a cup.
Blake: “Where am I? Who are you?”
Nobody: “You’re in my cave. And I’m Nobody.”
Nobody: “Yes. Nobody. And you’re William Blake.”
Blake: “How do you know my name?”
Nobody: “I know many things.”
INT. NOBODY’S CAVE – DAY
Nobody is teaching Blake how to survive in the wilderness. He shows him how to make a fire, catch fish, and find water.
Nobody: “You need to learn how to survive out here. It’s not an easy place to be.”
Blake: “Why are you helping me?”
Nobody: “Because you need help. And because I need a companion on my journey.”
Blake: “What journey?”
Nobody: “The journey we’re both on.”
INT. NOBODY’S CAVE – NIGHT
Blake and Nobody are sitting around a fire, eating fish they caught earlier.
Blake: “I still don’t understand what kind of journey we’re on.”
Nobody: “It’s a journey to the afterlife.”
Blake: (laughs) “The afterlife? You mean like heaven and hell?”
Nobody: “No. It’s much more complicated than that.”
Blake: “I don’t believe in all that.”
Nobody: “Belief has nothing to do with it. It’s the way things are.”
INT. NOBODY’S CAVE – DAY
Nobody is showing Blake how to use a bow and arrow. Blake is struggling to hit the target.
Nobody: “You need to focus. Your mind and body must be in sync.”
Blake: “I’ve never done this before.”
Nobody: “You need to learn. It’s a matter of life and death out here.”
Blake: “I don’t think I can do it.”
Nobody: “You can do it. You just need to believe in yourself.”
Closing shot: Nobody and Blake sitting next to each other, staring into the fire. They both know that they are on a journey that will change them forever.
INT. RAFT ON RIVER – DAY
William Blake and Nobody sit on a makeshift raft made of branches and driftwood. The river is calm, but both men are tense.
You don’t seem to trust me.
Why should I? You found me practically dead and now you want to take me on a journey to some unknown destination.
You have no choice. You’re already dead.
I’m very much alive, thank you.
You died the moment that bullet pierced your chest. I’m here to guide you to the afterlife.
Blake looks at Nobody suspiciously.
Afterlife? You expect me to believe that?
Believe what you want, but you’re on a journey whether you like it or not.
Blake shakes his head.
I don’t even know where we’re going.
You don’t need to know. You just need to follow me.
Blake mutters to himself, clearly not convinced.
I must be dreaming.
Nobody smiles, enjoying the challenge.
Oh, it’s not a dream. It’s very real.
Blake looks around at the river and the trees. Everything seems too vivid to be anything but real.
This is insane. I’m supposed to be dead and you’re taking me on a raft down a river.
Yes, you are dead. But your spirit still lingers. You need to let go and move on.
Blake looks down at his hands, trying to grasp what’s happening.
Move on to where?
To the afterlife. Where all souls go when they leave this world.
Blake looks back up at Nobody.
And what if I don’t want to go?
You have no choice. It’s the way of things. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get there safely.
Blake shakes his head in disbelief.
This can’t be happening.
Nobody puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Believe me, it’s happening. And we’re in this together, whether you like it or not.
The river takes them further down the winding path. The journey is just beginning.
INT. THE MACHINE TOWN – DAY
Blake and Nobody approach the town. It’s dusty, filled with factories and machines belching smoke into the air. They look out of place in their old-fashioned clothes.
What is this place?
This is the town of Machine. It’s where they make everything.
Blake looks around at the people working in the factories. They look exhausted and unhappy.
It doesn’t look like a good place to live.
That’s because it isn’t. The man who runs this place doesn’t care about anything except money.
Blake sees a sign for the Dickinson Metalworks.
Dickinson. That’s the man who shot me.
Yes, he’s a dangerous man. We need to be careful.
As they walk through the town, they see people carrying out the orders of the Metalworks.
It’s like they’re slaves.
That’s exactly what they are. Dickinson doesn’t pay them enough to live, let alone thrive. He takes everything from them.
Blake sees a woman, Thel, being mistreated by her husband, Conway.
I have to do something.
Be careful, Blake. Conway is one of Dickinson’s men.
Blake approaches Thel and Conway.
Hey, is everything okay here?
Mind your own business.
Please, help me.
Conway pulls out his gun and points it at Blake.
You’re the one who got shot. I should finish the job.
I’m not afraid of you.
Conway moves closer to Blake, but Nobody steps in front of him.
You don’t want to do that.
Who are you?
Conway is confused.
He’s with me. We’re leaving now.
They walk away, leaving Conway frustrated and angry.
Thank you for helping me.
It’s what I do. We need to be careful, though. Dickinson won’t like this.
Blake looks around at the town of Machine, knowing that danger is everywhere.
INT. SALOON – NIGHT
William Blake sits slumped against the bar, nursing a drink. He looks over at Thel, who is sitting at a table with her husband, Charlie. They’re arguing, and Charlie’s voice is rising.
I don’t like it when you talk to other men!
It was just a friendly conversation.
Charlie grabs Thel by the arm and yanks her out of her chair. Blake watches, tense.
(to the bartender)
Can’t do nothing. Charlie’s one of Dickinson’s boys.
Blake clenches his fists, then stands up. He walks over to Thel and Charlie’s table.
Sir, I think it’s time for you to let go of the lady’s arm.
Charlie turns to Blake, sneering.
And who are you to tell me what to do?
Just a man who doesn’t like to see a lady get hurt.
Charlie laughs and takes a swing at Blake. Blake ducks, then lands a punch on Charlie’s jaw. Charlie stumbles backward, then pulls out a knife.
The saloon clears out as Charlie and Blake face off. Blake’s hand hovers near his gun, but he doesn’t draw it. He and Charlie circle each other.
You’ll regret this, stranger.
I doubt it.
They lunge at each other, and the fight is on. It’s a brutal and bloody brawl, with neither man gaining the upper hand. The patrons of the saloon watch in rapt fascination.
Finally, Blake lands a lucky punch, and Charlie goes down. Blake stands over him, panting, his knuckles bleeding.
Thanks to you.
Blake nods, then walks out of the saloon into the night. We see him walking away, his hand still clenched into a fist.
William Blake – A young accountant on a journey westward.
Nobody – A Native American outcast.
The scene takes place in the wilderness as William Blake and Nobody make their way toward a small town. The area is rocky and rugged, with sparse vegetation and a clear river running nearby.
Scene 6: Nobody’s Past
EXT. WILDERNESS – DAY
Blake and Nobody are walking through a rocky area. Blake is looking around in awe, taking in the beauty of the land.
I never knew such a world existed. It’s nothing like the city I came from.
We’re almost there.
What if Dickinson finds us?
Don’t worry, we’re safe for now.
They arrive at an area where a small campfire is already burning. Nobody sits down and gestures for Blake to do the same.
I used to work for Dickinson.
Blake looks surprised.
Why did you leave?
I couldn’t stand the corruption. The way he treated people like they were nothing. I had to get out.
He killed my family. Told everyone it was an accident, but I knew better. That’s when I left.
Blake looks at Nobody with sympathy.
There is a moment of silence.
Now he’s after me. Wants me dead.
Because I know too much. I have information that could bring him down.
Blake looks shocked.
Nobody hesitates for a moment.
I have documents that prove he’s been stealing from the town’s funds. He’s been hiding it for years.
Blake looks shocked.
(unable to believe it)
How could he do that?
Money changes people. Makes them do things they never thought they were capable of.
Blake looks at Nobody, knowing that they are in grave danger.
We have to stop him.
Nobody nods in agreement.