Bloodcurdling screams still reached his ears even though he'd put distance between himself and the gore behind him. No matter where he looked, all he could see was the dark red/black ooze of blood soaked walls and flooring of the deep caverns; it even covered all of the items around him. Nothing had been spared.

Not even his sanity which was teetering on the edge of permanent abandon.

For now the man was alone and semi-safe; he was seeking a way out of this otherworld, his only desire to return to the Earth he knew of. All he knew was that he'd gone to sleep and woke up in literal hell.

"Do not let the living one escape." The dead, gutteral voice suddenly permeated both the room and the man's mind, causing him more fear. "It is not allowed to leave this realm."

As the man felt a breeze touch his cheek, he looked towards it and saw a small gap in the wall. Perhaps a way out! As he cautiously moved toward it, his keys chingled softly on his key chain, causing him to cringe.

It also caused the owner of the dead voice to look over his way.

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