Necropolis

That heartbeat sounds so familiar as it pulses against your braincase. A cool night breeze kisses your wet face. Air fills your lungs once again. Eyes open wide and light spills into your skull.

You stagger to your feet the world a haze around. The subtle pulse of your grey matter lets you know you're still alive. The hum of the flourescent light grows loud and with a pop it's out. Darkness settles into the small room a window to your back.