A middle aged man with an average height lived in a blood room. Every day a nurse came in, took 1 pint of his blood and left. About an hour after the nurse leaves a cook that looked a bit like an in-grown toenail and a toad mixed together pushes a steaming a plate of yellow, pus looking soup that was lumpy and green spots under the gap in the door. The man gets up and collects the porridge looking soup.
He was told once you donate blood once you were not allowed to leave the blood room. Which has dried blood stains over the walls and floor? There are no windows just a large ventilation shaft directly above the lone chair in the middle of the room but to high up for anyone to get to. The blood room always smelt of blood, urine, vomit and chemicals that someone must have used as an attempt to clean. One monotonous day the middle aged man had had enough he wanted to see the daylight again, so he opened the door and walked out. Down the hall and to the right, the nurse stood just outside another door talking to the cook. The blood room had one rule never leave your room. The owners had never said why.
The hall consisted of 7 large doors all with similar signs to the one on his door. The blood room was the room where store humans she took blood from. There was a blood bank room next door to the blood and an office directly in front. The man walked straight through the door with the word office written on it, coming face to face with a stony eyed older woman. The woman stared at him than in the blink of an eye was draining his neck and whole body of blood. The sole reason the only rule was never to leave the blood room is because every occupant except those in the blood room are blood depraved vampires.