Necropolis

You take to your feet as best you can, feeling the floor slip below you like you are on ice. Running as fast you feel you can, you run for the open door, stumbling and hitting your shoulder on the door frame and slip down the hall, falling on your face.

You curse and swear as your feel blood trickle into your mouth. Strangely, it tastes nice and you feel a strange craving.

Suddendly, you hear glass breaking.