His words shook her, frozen in her place she whispers to herself 
"I'm.... dead..?".

Her gaze moves to the ground, How did this happen? There was a long silence between the two, it felt like she had been sitting there for days. She couldn't have been dead, there was so much left to do. Her mind was running back and forth trying to grasp it all, but it wasn't enough time. The figure spoke again and startled her out of her state and her eyes snapped back up to them. 

"Where are you taking me?!" She shouted and began to get up, staring at the back of this figure, her hands now in fists beside her. 

She wasn't sure if she could trust someone who told her she was dead so easily and then suddenly asks her to follow them. This was the afterlife, how much more can there be than just this? Why was she even put in this situation? Her anger quickly started turning into frustration, and her throat felt as if it was being squeezed as she tried to hold back tears. She looked around once again, realizing just how empty this place feels, where else could she go? 

Her hands start to relax again, looking at the back of that figure and asks again in a somber tone, "Where are you taking me..?" Her voice cracking a little as she held in any tears from falling.