As her feet slipped in the wet she realised what she was walking in.

Blood had pooled over the floor where before there had been only the filthy tiles there was now blood fresh and still warm on her bare skin, the coppery odour filling her nostrils.

The blood seemed to be rising even as she stood there frozen with fear, before it had touched just the soles of her bare feet but now the blood was deep enough to cover her feet entirely.

She could only whimper, this nightmare already too much for her fragile mental state when she raised her head her mind snapped completely. On the walls were grotesque heads, mounted on plaques as if trophies, blood trickling from the mouth of the monsters.

Holding her hands to her head to block the vision she fell to her knees....