It hit me like a freight train. Not like a normal freight train though. It was like a freight train from hell that made my heart stop and made me start choking on my own spit. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands clutching at my heart, groaning before I began choking again. I doubled over, gasping for breath, my heart beating frantically beating in my chest. After a few seconds, I managed to grab the water and drink some, unwelcome tears spilling from behind my closed eyelids.

After I gained control of myself and slowed my heart, I opened my eyes, peeking out from underneath my eyelashes.

The first thing I saw was blood. Blood everywhere. Blood on the floor and smeared on the walls, on my bed sheets and dripping from the ceiling. I gasped loudly, and then clapped my hand over my mouth. When did all this blood get here? It certainly wasn't mine. But who else's could it be? How did I get blood on the ceiling?

Gradually, I managed to open my eyes all the way. I discovered that there was more copper-smelling blood dripping from the window by my bed, and that there were rats by my door. The dead rats were lying face up, their eyes squeezed shut, their mouths open like they had died screaming in terror. I shuddered. As I took another look around my room, I saw bleach white bones in a pile in the far corner of my room, scraps of fur and cloth hanging from them. I didn't want to know whose body the bones, fur, and cloth belonged to.

By now my mouth was agape. The world around me was truly bloody and horrifying. It was as if I was seeing a whole new level to the world I didn't know existed, and after looking around my room I decided that I didn't want to see more of it.

But I was already in this mess. I had taken the pill knowing that something would happen, but I hadn't imagined this. I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to vomit.

It took me several minutes to adjust to the horror. My stomach was roiling and I felt nauseas. A part of me wanted to go outside, just to I could look around and see what the world looked like now. Probably a bloody wasteland, but I couldn't know for sure until I did I saw it for myself.

I took a step forward. I nearly retched with the urge to throw up all over the blood stained floor. My vision swam, and I was so dizzy that I could barely see. My hand was on the door knob. As I held the door knob, trying to steady myself, it grew colder and colder, until it had the same chilly burn that one had after they held ice for a long time. I took a deep breath, swallowed back the thick saliva that was building up on my tongue and the vomit, and then opened the door before I could talk myself out of it.

The hallway was disgusting. Blood dripped out from holes in the ceiling, dribbling down the walls and collecting in clumps here and there. I glanced up, and saw a chandelier made out of skulls, the skulls dripping with a mixture of black ooze and blood. I had to shove my fist into my mouth to keep myself from whimpering and vomiting at the sight and the smell.

The floor, walls, and ceiling were littered with holes. Not bullet holes or termite holes, but enormous gaps that made me feel even more disgusted. The entire hall looked like it was falling apart. I peered into the nearest one, and discovered that instead of seeing the room next door or the hallway below, I saw pure and empty blackness. My fear of heights kicked in, and I pulled away, squeezing my eyes shut. I was sure I was going to throw up now, and it was only a matter of when.

I began to shuffle down the hall, making sure to avoid the gaping holes and the little bugs that were squirming around. I could remember that on the other side of the door was the common room. As I moved, I began noticing things I hadn't noticed before: chunks of bloody glass stuck in the carpet, dead bugs lining the walls, and the awful smell of death. I could feel all the food I had eaten today rising into the back of my mouth, but I swallowed it back. I could handle this.

Suddenly the door on the left opened. The porthole on the door had blood dripping out of it. "Hey, Emily," Trellis said as he stepped out of his room. Then he looked at me, paused, gave me a strange look, and then shut the door behind him. "Are you okay?"

I knew it was Trellis because of his voice, but what I saw wasn't Trellis. It was a skeleton wearing Trellis' armor, thin white hair sticking to the skeleton's skull, and a dagger stuck in the skeleton's ribcage. The sight horrified me more than my surroundings.

Then I remembered that he couldn't see what I could see. He didn't see both living and dead bugs on the floor, or the pools of blood, or the black abyss below through the holes in the floor. He saw a girl who looked severely nauseas, swaying on her feet, and practically on the verge of vomiting all over him.

"I-I'm fine," I groaned. I was amazed that my voice could even work through the vomit in my throat. The skeleton gave me an even more concerned look.

"Are you sure?" I heard Trellis ask. I was starting to sweat, and I could feel it on my forehead. The lights were hurting my eyes, and I had to look at the floor. I weakly waved off his concern.

Trellis stared at me for a moment, and then decided not to question it. "Whatever. Don't stay up too late, and go to the sick bay if you're feeling ill. We have training tomorrow, and I don't want you unable to train or throwing up all over me." He said before turning and marching swiftly into the common room at the end of the hall.

What time was it? It was nine o'clock, last time I had checked. Did time work differently in this world? I didn't think so, but I couldn't know for sure.

"Oh, and Emily?" Trellis said, turning to face me before he could walk into the common room.

I stared at him. Even the skeleton was starting to become blurry.

"You should go lay down. You look like hell." He said, and then left me alone in the hallway.

I wanted to tell him off. I wanted to tell him to shut up and leave me alone, but I knew he was right. And lying down and sleeping off the drugs had more merit to me than exploring at the moment anyway. So I turned around, stumbled back to my room, shut the door behind me, and weakly trudged over to my bed before throwing myself down on the comforter, squeezing my eyes shut so I could shut out the horrors around me.

And that's chapter two. Sorry it took me so long to update. I actually wrote this a while back when I first published the first chapter, but I needed to edit it and rewrite some parts because it didn't look good enough for me. I'm not a hundred percent sure where I'm going with this, but I already know how it's going to end and I just got to get from point A to point B. Anyway, I'd highly recommend playing Fran Bow since the story line is pretty cool, and I'll update whenever I can.

-Lilith