He opened his eyes but was still unable to see. He didn't know where he was, or what had happened. Slowly, looking around him, he saw nothing but walls. It was a room; a shady, empty room with nothing but a door on one side. There was no sound, except his breath which seemed to turn into icy steam the second it came out of his mouth. Goosebumps infested his entire body, shivering as if he was in cold water. Looking down at his clothes, a blue sleeveless shirt and denim jeans were all that stood between the cold and his bruised skin.

Hungry, bare foot and in pain, the young man stood up onto his feet with any energy he had within him. That's when he realised a name tag dangling from the creased blue shirt. "Feeder", it read. "Is that really my name?" he whispered, quietly under his cold breath. He knew if he was to stay in this room any longer he would starve and freeze to death. Stepping towards the door, Feeder put his light blue, numb hands on the even colder door knob, and gently twisted it. The door seemed to very easily unlock and slowly swing open as if automatic.

Steadily, Feeder looked at what was on the other side. It seemed like a well decorated corridor. That's when it occurred to him he was probably in some kind of house. A puddle appeared to be soaking his feet. However, this was no ordinary "rainy day" puddle. Looking down, he saw thick, red streams of what seemed to be blood running down the passageway.

Feeder shrieked, jumping out of the gooey, horrible stuff. Small amounts spray all around and soon small dabs of blood were on his face and clothes. At this point, Feeder knew something was up. The world which he still couldn't remember was not right. He had no idea where he was, but still felt it was a good idea to keep moving. Unsure of his position on the globe, Feeder just kept moving; upstairs, downstairs and through so many other passageways. It was weird how he saw so much blood but so little flesh. Before he knew it, a lobby appeared in front of his eyes. And even though he had lost his memory, he still knew that a lobby meant an exit. Finally, he would be able to see daylight again, or at least, he assumed it was day time. Before he could reach the door, he saw something with the corner of his eye. What seemed to be a shadow, a lively shadow? Could this be another lost person, or even better someone who knew what the hell was going on. Happy, yet afraid, Feeder walked over to the shadow.

The object that the shadow belonged to was obviously around the corner of this other passageway. With delight, Feeder moved his entire body around the corner in one fell swoop. A man stood before him, facing the other direction. He was either very tired, or exceptionally drunk, as he staggered from left to right. He looked hurt, and was making really funny sounds. Feeder, unaware of the problem, decided to help him. "Excuse me, sir," said Feeder, with all his vocal ability, "you need any help?"

A sudden pause filled the room. The man stopped moving completely. The small, tight corridor was no longer filled with the sound of the man, moaning and scraping, but with the sound of the lights buzzing. It was at this point Feeder thought the man was either deaf or a little drunk. Slowly, the man began to move, turning his body around. His face was still not visible, as was the front side of his body. Time felt like it was moving slowly, Feeder just stood there, staring at the stranger. The man's arms rose up slightly, just a tad lower than shoulder height. Subsequently, his entire front was visible. Feeder gazed at the bloke's face. Unpleasantly his face was covered in blood, and if that wasn't enough to take in, it seemed as if his nose was sliced off! Not only did he have no nose, but one of his eyes and both of his ears seemed to have fallen off too! Feeder was so scared, he was immobilized, he just kept staring at this amputated man.

Slowly, the man placed one foot in front of his other. A trail of blood was all that remained from his previous step. Though shocked by the strange man's appearance, Feeder still felt as if he couldn't leave the frail man astray. "What happened to you?" asked Feeder. The man just replied with moans and groans. "L-look," Feeder stammered "I don't know what's going on here, and to be honest I don't think I want to, but we have to get going!" Once again the man just moaned, growled and grew ever so close.

Feeder knew at this point that this man was beyond help, and before he could turn around and leave; he noticed something. "Y-your…your stomach! It's…I can see inside it!" Although said out loud, Feeder didn't really mean to, he was just so horrified. Gazing a little more into the gory mans stomach; he saw something that made his pupils grow past normal size. The man's heart, just lifelessly dangling from one artery! It then occurred that this man should without a doubt…be dead. However, before Feeder could do or say anything the man lunged from a distance, a pair of fingerless, blood-spattered hands clenched Feeders shoulders.

Feeder felt lifeless. He utterly had no idea what to do. Even worse, he had no idea what the foul thing was going to do to him. The monstrous male gazed his single eye at Feeders frightened face. Although fingerless, the thing had a strong grip that made Feeders struggling obsolete. It opened its mouth; the disgusting site of several cockroaches crawling out of it was almost as revolting as his face. His decaying teeth seemed to have craving for Feeders bare flesh neck. "HELP!" Feeder screamed. "Somebody! Anybody! Please!" Without a doubt, Feeder knew he was going to be lunch for this surprisingly strong dead thing. He closed his eyes, so tight it began to hurt more that the monsters grip. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot followed by a number of echoes filled the disturbed area.