Necropolis
You don't know how long you've been walking, the flicking light behind you no longer in sight. You're left to your own devices as you navigate your way down the dark hallway.
The throb in your head continues to pulsate. The pressure against your eye sockets become agonizing. A hard mix between white noise and a scream hammers your senses and is unlike anything you've felt before. It bores your entire brain and you clutch your head quickly and stagger forward. It pierces your ear drums and feels as though they'd give way to the gray matter being pushed out of your skull.
Your breathe is sucked out of you and you fall against a door pushing it wide up. You manage to pull yourself to your feet, the high pitch waivering in between the pulse of your skull.
You're in a mens' latrine lit by a flourscent light with a bad ballast.
The throb in your head continues to pulsate. The pressure against your eye sockets become agonizing. A hard mix between white noise and a scream hammers your senses and is unlike anything you've felt before. It bores your entire brain and you clutch your head quickly and stagger forward. It pierces your ear drums and feels as though they'd give way to the gray matter being pushed out of your skull.
Your breathe is sucked out of you and you fall against a door pushing it wide up. You manage to pull yourself to your feet, the high pitch waivering in between the pulse of your skull.
You're in a mens' latrine lit by a flourscent light with a bad ballast.