Entering through the sliding doors, smelling the scent of death pungent enough to nauseate most, and looking at the thoroughly sanitized surfaces of the interior unnerved Kieran.
The uncanny environment triggered some of his memories — mainly the ones of his death and the days leading up to it.
Images played in his mind like an antique film watched through noticeable camera shutters. He was a spectator, yet it was also his memories, which again produced a sense of impostor syndrome… as if he weren't him or wasn't supposed to be.
Or maybe he was being overwritten and too aware of the process.
Nevertheless, Kieran experienced the memories in an agitated dazed.
There were moments when the memories focused on when he would lose grip on cutlery or randomly lose feeling in his limbs and fall. That was a harrowing feeling, but it didn't hold a candle to what he felt toward the end of his crisp experience.
