He backed away from the wall slowly, this was impossible, an hallucination. Something brought on by stress no doubt. All he had to do was touch this and he would know nothing was real.

Kneeling in the now growing pool of fresh blood he fought back the bile that rose in his throat and reached out a hand to touch the glistening pool.

He hesitated, the smell was so strong, so real. Through his pants leg he could feel the stickiness seeping through the material. Although he didn't need to now he reached a hand into the liquid.

It was real.

The blood was warm, fresh and pooling.