Stans POV

Oh god. The stench makes my stomach squirm, and I have to swollow back that cursed bile. Few strands of hair remain blonde, blood dying all it covers. Her intestines have been emptied of contents, the waste in a corner, and the fleshy tubing sliced crudly, the cut tranversing the length of her intestine.  The bloody pipes are strewn around the room, like disgusting tinsel banners, violently staple to the walls. Her ribcage has been torn in half, almost like that scene in that one saw movie Wendy made me watch. What was that trap called, angel ribcage? Each bone has flesh loosly attached to it, thick and saturated in her blood. The tips of the bones have a section of cartalige, obviously what remains of her sternum.

I'm dragged back to reality by Wendy's sobbing. I hug her, taking in more details again, not that I want to. Morbid fasination has a hold of me.

Her legs are cut in several virtical slits, like someone was trying to filet her leg meat.  each toe has the skin pulled back, and again I feel like vomiting.  One of her arms is sliced up. Looks like we cut off the sicko before they finished.

"Wendy, we need to get back to the others."

"Bu-"

"No, we can't take her with us. tampering evadance." I take a picture of the scene, so we have photographic evadance if the body gets moved. I would ring for help, but no signal. I lead her out, trying to figure out where we are. The... The rooms have...

Changed.

"Huh? w-wasn't the kitchen here?"

"Yeah, it was. But things are shifting. Almost...almost like Silent Hill PT. Except it's not a looping corridoor..."

"We need to get out of here..."

She clings onto my arm as we creep through the hallways, keeping my eye on our surroudnings. I don't want to end up like Bebe. I just hope she was already dead, but from her expression, I think she wasn't. The floorboards creak and groan under our feet ; it feels like they'll give way any moment. I wonder if there's a basement...Actually, scratch that. I've played enough horror games with Kyle to know basements are a big no no

I freeze, hearing a scuttligng behind me, and twist around. Nothing. I hear it again and look up.

Two glowing dots are fixed on me. We run.