In the bunker where the flood had originated from lay a dismantled body. What could be made out of this body was mere chunks of flesh, spread blood, and ripped clothes.
Suddenly, the crimson pool of blood began to transition slowly, first becoming colorless like water, then slowly gaining a white ambiance to its nature.
In a matter of seconds, it was like a pool of snow, managing to keep its form despite being liquefied.
The pool of blood from a couple of minutes ago became a white sheet across the dark ground, softly sparkling.
Soon, this white sheet began to pull together. The movement was subtle but definitely visible.
Slowly, the chunks of flesh scattered across the ground were being drawn closer by the white liquid; it was as if light had been given a liquid form and was now acting as a magnetic pull of some sort.
