Explosions rip through my ears and lights like fire burst in the air around me. Everything is dark aside from those flames and I can't seem to find my way out of it. I walk cautiously to my left, moving towards what seems to be the direction they are coming from, and look for nothing. I walk on into forever, wandering aimlessly among the bursting lights. Something is pulling me in that direction; not so much in a physical sense, I'm sure I could stop myself if I want to, but something in that direction seems to captivate me in a way that I can't really explain well.

Part of the attraction, I'm sure, is pure curiosity. I mean, who wouldn't try to figure out the source of giant exploding lights? But...that isn't all of it. There's something else drawing me there and a part of me isn't sure if I want to follow. But it's too late, I found it.

Looming before me is a large pile of orange, seemingly glowing orbs. All are being held together by a thick layer of slime and give off an impossibly foul odor. It's a sort of salty scent, almost like the ocean, but mixed with a dry stench of molding bread.

A heavy shadow engulfs me from above and I abruptly freeze. The sounds of explosions turn to incessant dripping and everything seems to still. I hesitantly look up and see what is now indescribable. Slimy, disgustingly blubbery creatures cling to what appears to be a ceiling made of skin, and they all, though eyeless, seem to glare at me with an animalistic hunger. They look almost like maggots.

"Welcome, Rex..."

My entire body freezes. I know that voice.

"...to our humble home."

I adjust myself just enough to see, though several times larger, another worm creature. It is smiling at me, it's teeth large and coated with sickening amounts of plaque. "W-who are you," I demand, though weakly.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Answer my question!"

"Don't get testy," it growls. "Lets see if you can take a guess."

The blackness beneath me turns soft and unstable, tossing me off my feet. I land against something that conforms to my shape, kind of like a hammock when you lay in it, and a warm liquid coats the strange material. I struggle to get up, but the lack of support this strange substance makes it nearly impossible. It's the same as the ceiling and newly appearing walls, seemingly made of some kind of skin tissue, and is coated in thick, stinky juices that actually burn a little. I look back towards the orange spheres, but they are now attached to the ceiling and are almost directly beside the largest creature. They almost look like it's eggs.

"Any ideas?"

A grunt forces it's way through my throat as I try to stand, but topple over again. "Disgusting," I mutter, wiping the fluid from my face. I stare at it, the yellow-green color making me feel a little nauseous. "What the hell is this stuff?"

"That would be remnants of gastric acids, Rex."

I flip myself over, forced to lay on my back, and glare at the disgusting creature. "What?"

"You know, an acidic solution consisting of mostly hydrochloric acids and small quantities of potassium chloride and sodium chloride? Helps you digest your food?"

"A-are you telling me that-"

"Yes, Rex. You're in a stomach. Well, young Noah's intestines if you wish to be specific."

Now I really feel like I'm going to throw up.

"Do you not like the home of me and my children, Rex? It really is a beautiful dwelling. Noah is a very healthy young man; follows a nutritious diet, aside from the occasional fast-food stop, and exercises regularly. Perfect conditions to-"

"You need to get out of Noah you...you..." I gag a little, getting onto my hands and knees. "What are you, anyway?"

"I am just a simple parasite looking for a good home for my family." The creature slithers towards me and circles around, having no problems moving around like I am. It's pointed face seems to smile and I can't help but cringe. Looking at it sickens me. "I don't know why you're so intent about getting rid of me, Rex."

"You're hurting Noah!"

"I've done nothing wrong. Noah isn't dead, just a little week. But we need to eat too, you know. My poor babies can't go hungry."

"I don't care! I want you out of here!"

"Sorry, my boy," the worm's tail slides against the back of my neck. "But I can't do that." The tail suddenly presses harder against my flesh and rips it, penetrating through to the other side.

"A-ah!" I fling myself upwards, eyes clenched tightly closed and my hands clutching for anything they can reach, and suddenly fall against something hard and cold. This sensation is so strange to me now, the sturdy feeling of what seems to be tile. It's so different from the warm and spongy stomach lining. I feel around a little over-cautiously and take hold of what I recognize as cloth. My eyes peel apart and the bland whiteness confirms my suspicion. 'Just...a dream'

Moving slowly, I sit myself up and my hand hovers above the back of my neck. "It hurts...where it stabbed me." I rub at the sore spot, cringing a little at how much at actually hurt, and groan.

Sudden lights start flashing and the typical screeching siren follows. I get to my feet, still a little groggy, and march for my door. Noah's shown up again, I already know, but this encounter will be different. This time, I'm not letting him get away.