Your arms were barren with soft and pale skin, leaving red and taught lines. You rubbed them gradually then curled in a ball to reach your ankle. The ankles were easier then your wrists, you now had leverage to untie the chains. They almost looked like tattoos creeping through your skin from the inside out. They weren't going to fade anytime soon, if anything they'll be there until death. Your head began throbbing again, causing you to reach out and hold a hand over the spike on your left temple.

"Tch!" You made an annoyed sound, yet again rubbing your ankles and wrists. You decided to go and explore since no one was here to tell you otherwise. Your mind flashed to the chamber and it's vile vision. You wondered what other havoc was built open the building of the chemical plant.

You padded down the halls curiously, pausing and hissing when you stepped down on a piece of glass. You tugged it out, leaving small little dribbles as you continued on. Peering down every doorway and room, you tilted your head upwards. Yet again you faced a shock of desperate fear, then it ebbed. It was covered and jammed with flesh and eyes, and any other anatomy of a person. Slime wreaked of death and burnt hair, they slid down the walls and crawled the interior. The ceiling itself seemed to be of living human body parts. You continued unfazed and disgustedly stepped over the slime and dripping corpses.

Pallets of reddened insides, sometimes fell lazily and landed on the floor, splattering horrendously.

Did you cause this? No, it couldn't be, could it? You never remembered waking up until now, so how could you? What did this and why?

You stumbled down the hallway to papa's room. Your eyes met a man you once seen with extreme vanity and monarchy, now was turned away from you in his chair. You only breathed quietly, knowing what will come next.