Phil felt groggy. His head throbbed. He lie on a cold surface, and his eyes flickered open slowly.
It was dark, with barely any light. He lay on a bloodstained cot, before sitting up right slowly.
His memory was fuzzy. He remembered some old man in a wheelchair..flames..some monster thing..flamed and tiny skeleton things crawling over his body.
That was all.
He rembered Dan too and looked around to see Dan also lying on a cot, unconscious but looking like he might wake any minute now.
Phil knew they werent around from here. In- Yharnam. They went to get blood transfusions or something. How did they get here? In this rotten old place?
Phil stood up slowly, brushing his black hair wuth his fingers. It was just so dark.
An awful smell met his nose, making his nose crinkle and making him feel like he wants to throw up.
He strode over to Dan and shook him gently.
Dans brown eyes with gold specks flickered open, meetung phils sea green ones.
"Dan? Are you awake?"
"Oh..yeah.." Dan sat up, with a soft groan and Phil helped him to his feet."Where are we? Its so dark. "
"I think we're still in the clinic. I hardly remember anything. "
Phil bit his lip, walking around past Tonics and bottles and vials and bags of blood. Blood stained the floor too, right next to scorch marks.
Dan walked over to a desk, picking up a piece of yellow parchment. He read aloud, squinting,"'Seek Pale Blood.' Whats Pale Blood?"
"Probably your blood."
"Ha Ha."
"But, seriously, I dont know. But this place is creeping me out."
The two stared at eachother.
They both wore the same thing; A short, brown hood barely to their elbow, trousers, boots, long sleeve white shirt and over that a brown vest. They also had sullied bandages around their wrists.
"Well, lets go."
They walked towards a door, openinng it. As they did, it let out a whine, revealing a staircase going down. A window above the stair case let in little light.
"Looks like its late," Phil said, walking down the stairs with Dan.
"Fantastic."
"Shh..!"
Dan and Phil transcended down quietly, and Dan had to catc Phil when he nearly tripped.
They went through a doorway, and looked inside.
They could hear a squishing sound and a low growl, like someone was eating something.
Dan and Phil shared a look.
"Nope, Nope- I am not doing this," Dan whispered. "This place is creepy."
"No, Dan-" Phil started but Dan traveled up the steps, back to the clinic. But the doors were sealed.
"Damn," Dan growled, turning back to Phil and walking down.
"Lets go," Phil said. And they peeked around the corner. Cots, bloody and torn littered the room, along with bottles and blood in bags.
The two stepped in slowly, sticking close to one another.
They stepped to see what the noise was.
A huge, wolf looking thing stood there, feeding on what was left of a human corpse. Its fur was matted with blood, it was big, its back hunched over.
Phil let out a surprised yelp and the beast froze, and Dan and Phil did too.
The beast turned, its lips pulled back in a snarl, revealing its blood-dripping fangs. Long yellow claws came from the beasts paws, crimson.
"Phil. Run."
The beast pounced, and the two dived to separate sides, rolling.
The beast turned on Dan, and pounced.
"Dan!" Phil shouted, but he hit his bead too hard. The beast turned to Phil, pouncing on him. Just as the jaws clamped on his throat, the world fell away.