It was the feeling against my face that woke me. Not quite cold, yet it certainly couldn't be described as warm. Sticky and overpoweringly clammy, drying into a crust where my cheek met my nose. It had already sealed closed the corner of one eye, and I rubbed it with a too-wet hand as I gradually and painfully blinked it open.
Somehow, throughout all this, I didn't notice the coppery stench until my sight adjusted to the gloom. Even then I didn't take in the details for God knows how long. What I thought at first to be black, was in fact a deep, cloying red. Blood… everywhere.
My blood? Undoubtedly not, given the sheer volume alone, and other than a throbbing nausea I felt little in the way of physical pain. Certainly not the pain (indeed, oblivion) that would follow bleeding on this scale. There must have been at least half an inch of blood on the floor, still wet, stinking, and only congealing where it met the walls.
The walls. The blood was smeared, splattered, and in some places scratched into them, up to, and in some cases on, the ceiling. I couldn't imagine what had happened in this room prior to my arrival, and I didn't want to start trying. The silence of the room screeched an untold terror of how it had came to be. Blood. Everywhere.
In the absence of an obvious exit, I began to look for the one which must exist, by virtue of my very presence in the room. Finding the door took less time than I'd feared, although what lay on the other side of it would redefine what I'd call 'fear' forever...
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