Necropolis
You find you way down the hallway and something foul is in the air. You click the button and the elevator hums. The smell seems to lurk about. Ding. It props itself open.
It hits your nostrils like needles and reverberates into the pits of your stomach. Nauseated among the stench of something rotten, your pounding migraine and the sticky air against your skin you keel.
You heave, your stomach colliding against your esophagus. You heave, but nothing comes. You heave and a bubble of acid hits your throat. You force yourself to look again, her eyeless sockets burn their way into your retina. Her jawless face curled in a grim smile. Teddy bear in her arms. Body propped against the back of the elevator as if she were waiting to be found.
The headache seems to get worse as you compose yourself.
It hits your nostrils like needles and reverberates into the pits of your stomach. Nauseated among the stench of something rotten, your pounding migraine and the sticky air against your skin you keel.
You heave, your stomach colliding against your esophagus. You heave, but nothing comes. You heave and a bubble of acid hits your throat. You force yourself to look again, her eyeless sockets burn their way into your retina. Her jawless face curled in a grim smile. Teddy bear in her arms. Body propped against the back of the elevator as if she were waiting to be found.
The headache seems to get worse as you compose yourself.