_ And I awake to a room not my own, with its bright green walls and midnight blue ceiling. This ceiling is a sickly gray with yellowing spots of decay. I turn over and try to remember. I hurt. What happened here? Small bits and pieces litter the floor and the smell is overbearing. And as I sit up I see, along a Broken wall, a fallen mirror. I crawl toward it, and I see the red stains. The ground is covered with blood. As I go toward the mirror, I scream. What is that nightmare coming closer? Is that Me? I touch the cracked glass with a hand tipped with ragged, razor sharp, twelve inch claws. Then I stare at my faintly skeletal face, my tangled, dirty white hair hanging listlessly. What happened here? My ribs showed and I couldn't breathe. My shredded undershirt and tattered shorts hung almost baggily, I was so thin. Who am I? I couldn't remember anything… and my eyes glowed an eerie red. What am I? I try to stand. And as I stagger toward the large hole in the wall to peer outside at the chaos and aftermath, I ask again, 'What happened here?'