Carla was in what seemed like a dark, damp cavern. She could hear the soft rushing of a small river just a few feet from her, invisible in the somberness of the cold cave. A chill breeze caressed her back, chilling her spine. She brought her arms to her chest in a uselessly trying to warm herself up, noticing her own nakedness. She shakily turned on her feet, staring in the direction from which the wind had come. She finally noticed a small dot of light far in the distance, and immediately started walking in its direction, slow and uncertain on the uneven rocky floor.
After what seemed like years she arrived at the exit of the cave. It was just a small hole in the wall, just big enough for her to crawl her way through the other side.
The light blinded her, forcing her to close her eyes. It wasn't the bright warm light of the sun, it was pale and sick, and outside the cave it was even colder than inside.
When her sight got adjusted to the new light, she slowly opened her eyes to a despairing view. She was in a flat desert that spread out for miles and miles in all directions, except behind her, where a massive mountain, the one from which she had come out of, rose.
They cracked dry dirt under her feet felt like carpet compared to the pointed rock floor inside the cave.
She started walking and immediately a wind started swirling right in her face, growing stronger with every step she took, until it was so sharp and fierce that she couldn't walk anymore. She crouched, hiding her head behind her arms, shielding her eyes from the deadly wind that blew all around her, deafening her.
Then, all of a sudden, the wind stopped completely. Carla lowered her arms and peeked up.
Right in front of her, where just seconds before there wasn't absolutely nothing, now there was a huge cathedral in ruins. Dozens of crumbling spires spawned from its stone gable roof, statues, blackened with fire, stood in the numerous recesses that were built in the front wall.
The big wooden entrance door had been tore apart, and all around the opening, on the dark stone, there were deep long scratches in sets of three, like made by giant clawed creatures.
Carla hesitantly walked up the cracked steps that lead to the entrance, walked through the portal, trying not to stab her feet on the broken pieces of colored glass that had fallen from the big window over the door, which had seemed to have exploded outwards.
The inside of the church was even worse off. The benches were burnt and scattered everywhere, all the windows destroyed, the cross had collapsed onto the stone altar in front of it, splitting it in half. From the broken pieces of smooth stone of the altar came a soft red glare that threw contorted shadow on the damaged walls of the cathedral. She walked towards the light, feeling like she was being pulled towards it. As she slowly got closer she felt colt sweat dampening her forehead and her whole body.
When she got close almost enough to see what was producing that glare, she felt the whole building shift and stir all around her, rumbling under her feet. She slipped and fell, just a few feet from the altar, where the light had gotten way brighter and redder.
Grey smoke started billowing out of the broken altar, forming dark swirls over Carla's head.
The smoke kept coming out, until Carla couldn't see an inch from her nose. She felt the smoke trying to creep inside of her through every opening, her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her ears and even through her anal and vaginal cavities. She let all the smoke inside and it felt like it was caressing her whole body from the inside. As the smoke swiftly entered inside her body, giving Carla a steady, ever growing, orgasmic sensation that permeated throughout her whole body, making it shiver and shake in both pain and pleasure, the air all around her cleared, until all the smoke had disappeared inside of her.
Then she collapsed on the floor.
She woke up in a bath of her own sweat, her heart beating at an astonishing speed, her head pulsating with pain, a single word echoing in her ears, a name: Arkham!