Huh?
Where am I?
It's warm, comfortable and…sticky…?
Strange… is it some kind of liquid?
Warm… water?
No, it's sticky, unlike water…
Slowly opening my eyes, I raised my arm and felt like I was lifting a boulder.
Red!!!
Wait—it's blood!!!
Heart… my heart was beating so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
Calm down… calm down…
Deep breaths 1…2…3…
Ohh crap it feels sticky.
It's not my blood, it doesn't hurt, I am not hurt.
Tilting my head from floor to ceiling, all of it covered in it, covered in blood.
In the corner to the left I saw a mirror, a big mirror, I couldn't make out what it was made out of but the patterns engraved on it were precise, sharp and beautiful.
Slowly dragging my body to it, I wiped the blood on it with my hands.
"That's not me. I can't tell by the hair since it's dyed red by the blood but that's… not me! "
My hands…they feel soft, small. I am shorter, wearing a suit, but most importantly, why am I covered in blood?
Titling my head from the floor , looking up at the ceiling, all I saw was blood.
it smelled like iron, flesh, and decay—blood mingling with the rot of intestines, fingers, eyeballs, some testicles, teeth, ears... Ugh!
I couldn't bear to look. The stench twisted my insides, threatening to turn my stomach inside out.
'Its… it's like multiple bodies exploded, but how… is this even possible ? '
Whoever were in the room, their bodies exploded somehow.
Just thinking about it makes me nauseous.
The metallic smell of blood makes my throat dry.
I am gonna throw up… it burns in my chest, my stomach, or maybe not , I gulped it down, and controlled it.
I don't care what happened here nor how it happened…
but I better get the hell out of here.
With hurried steps I approached the door, just as I was about to open it.
I felt something crawl up my neck. I jumped as another voice echoed out of nowhere. Just as I thought I was alone.
I couldn't tell whether I was grateful or terrified that there was someone else in the room with me.
but when I turned back I was met with the same wined-stained wall.
Disappointment and anxiety churned in my stomach, making a potion of its own.
[ Don't open it just yet, host! ]