...
I felt something.
Which should be impossible considering that I died.
Warmth and whispering voices around me.
Am I in the hospital?
Didn't the truck turn me into mush?
impossible that I survived that.
I try to open my eyes and a bright light hits me, blinding me for a moment.
What a heat it is here.
I feel myself regaining control of my limbs and I feel around carefully.
I feel soft fabric and... something else around me.
If I had to guess, I'd say it's skin.
WHERE THE HELL AM I.
I massage my aching eyes in a stressful way and try to stand up.
But my stupid shoe gets caught on something and I fall down and feel a sharp pain in my ankle.
SHIT, not that anymore.
I notice how I regain my sight and open my eyes wide because... I'm looking straight into the pale eyes of a dead man - his mouth still open in a silent scream and his face twisted with fear.
"WTF"
I scream and quickly crawl away from the body but my foot is still stuck.
I turn around to pull it out and see MY FOOT STUCK IN THE DAMN CHEST OF A SKELETAL VEST.
I don't think it can get any worse, folks.
Wait a minute, I correct myself, it can get much worse, much worse.
I'm lying on a huge pile of damn corpses.
It's at least 10 meters high WTF who the hell piles up so many corpses.
At that moment I take a moment to look at my surroundings and the fear rising in my stomach grows bigger by the second.
The pile of corpses I'm lying on is in the middle of a giant pentagram.
Surrounded in bloody red by monstrous walls of stone that reach high into the sky.
Huge fire bowls burn for lighting.
The pentagram is surrounded by strange people in robes similar to those of the kukluks clan.
They sing in an indistinct language and swing red glowing sticks.
AM I AT A GROFTI RAVE OR IN SOME KINKI CLUB?
Yes, that must be it, it's all just a strange club, completely normal.
My head is spinning as I try to piece together all the inconsistencies.
At that moment, more cultists, or whatever they are supposed to be, come out of a large gate to my right with more corpses which they throw on the pile.
At that moment, a deep voice echoes through the tower from a podium on a balcony about 10 meters above me.
"Brothers and sisters this ritual will bring our country more reinforcements from the abyss for our brave soldiers on the vrond.
We are out of time.
LET THE RITUAL BEGIN."
Where the hell did I end up.