Am I doing to many horror stories? Do you think I should do an epilogue to this story? R&R Please! P.S WARNING: ...Gore...again...
I can hear the steady dripping of water near my ear, I lied completely still hardly daring to breathe. A dull pain echoes in my chest as I take a small but barely noticeable breath and nearly gagged. The odor of rotting meat was overwhelming, I flicker my eyes open to find the source of the horrid smell and almost vomit from the sight of a freshly slain female barely starting to attract maggots just centimeters away from my face. Her mouth was open in an eternal scream with the sides of her mouth jaggedly cut open in a grotesque demented grin, shuddering I let my eyes skim down the rest of her body just barely holding in my tears and gasp of horror. Almost every inch of the poor woman's body was covered in slashes, the wounds were crusted over with a thin layer of scabs just barely healing not enough to make a difference now. Breathing in a shuttering breathe I slammed my eyes shut and turned my head away from the gruesome sight, trying to hold in my sobs I angled my arms under my body and pushed myself to my feet grunting as I felt the echoing pain renew. I opened my eyes once more to get a good look around bracing myself for more bodies and gore and the sight was nothing short of something out of a horror movie, bloodstains both dried and freshly splattered on the walls and floor of what looked to be a slaughter-house complete with giant chunks of meat hanging off rusty meat hooks. Turning my head to the left I saw a sickening pile of sawed of arms, legs, hands, feet, and occasionally a torso. They all had they slash marks that the dead woman did, I covered my mouth and nose trying to prevent the scent as well as bile overcome me as I frantically searched for a way out.
Looking for an exit proved futile as there were no window and all four doors led to dark and filthy looking hallways that had blood trails as well as cardboard boxes thrown, ripped, and lying hazardously everywhere. Hesitantly I chose the door with the least amount of blood stains on it. Praying that beyond the hallways of shadows, debris, boxes, and stains salvation would lie. Ducking out of the main room of horror I jogged bent on my knees ready for any sign of life or trouble, I gritted my teeth as a wave of agony hit me. The once echoing pain that was with me before was replaced by the now fading sharp discomfort, shacking my head I continued onward ready to throw myself under one of the many boxes littering the hall. Still breathing abit raggedly I reached the end of the hall and found that I had to make another choice... left or right? Neither giving any indication of the escape that I so desperately wanted to find, clenching my teeth again I crouched and sprinted to the hallway on the right praying to whatever deity was out there that I had chosen correctly and had not played in a death trap and that I would survive this horrible incident.