There was just something about that room that gave me the creeps.
The door looked as though it had been beaten off the hinges, and a dead corpse greeted us quite quickly in the doorway. But of course, it wasn't something I was going to mention. Things were already bad enough, and I didn't want him to turn back just because of a bad feeling. We had gotten too far to give up the search now. Before entering, though, I decided it'd be best to leave another candle by the doorway.
Following him into the room, I saw that the room really wasn't all too bad. It was a tornado safe house (since we were on the lower part of the first floor), filled with a bit of dry food, water bottles, and sleeping bags. It was practically heaven compared to everything else. Even Yoshiki let out a quiet "Hallelujah". We both grabbed some dry food (though Kishinima had to scrape moss off of his, we still couldn't resist) and stuffed it down our throats, washing it down with water. It felt like years since I had last eaten. When finished, we wrapped up the remaining food in a cloth (a.k.a., Kishinuma's jacket) and laid down on a sleeping bag. We were side to side, staring at each other, and I really don't know why. It made me feel safer when he was around, though I barely even knew him. He turned over on his back after some time, but I continued facing him.
"This would be a great base with some work", he said to no one in particular. "Move the infirmary beds down here, and we can keep supplies in the storage chest over there…:" I couldn't help but listen to him blabber on to himself, though after that he said nothing of note. Slowly, I started to drift asleep, and for the first time, without any interruptions.
The soft outlines of a voice woke me up. At first, I thought it was Kishinuma, but I noticed that it was female. I opened my eyes, and looked around the room to find nothing, yet the voice wouldn't stop talking. It was nothing my mind could comprehend, or any mind, for that matter. It sounded like complete gibberish. I got up, grabbed the bag and decided while I look for him, I'd try to find the voice.
The air in the hallway smelled of fresh blood, which didn't help how worried I was. It seemed… darker than usual. Each time I lit a candle, it was extinguished by the wind, so I relied heavily on natural light (including lightning) and little lamps turned on in rooms. My footsteps echoed so loudly that I couldn't even hear myself think, and the smell of blood was rushing through my nose more and more. "Kishinima-kun? Helloooo?", I tried calling out, but each time there was no response. I eventually stopped and sank down to the ground, wishing I didn't have to be alone.
The sudden thump of metal hitting the ground was what woke me up. The air felt different, colder, and as I opened my eyes, I noticed that this wasn't the shelter, but… the infirmary. I rubbed my eyes, noticing it was just the lamp falling off the table. Wait, if I was here, then where the heck was Shinozaki? How long have I been here? How did I get here? The questions rushed through my head as I stood up and looked around. There wasn't much here, except for a diary or something that just wouldn't budge, and the pages wouldn't turn either. One I figured the room had been searched, I went for the door, but the second I touched the handle, the room… froze, as though everything but me was in slow motion. Turning around, I saw a creepy black mist coming towards me, and screamed when it pinned me on the ground, and 'poured' itself inside me.