Listening to Dancing Mad - Nobuo Uematsu

Red.

That was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. My head hurts, like as though it's been hit by a ton of bricks. Everything's fuzzy, but the redness is still apparent.

I reached out to touch it.

Wet.

I immediately panicked.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere. All friends. All gone. My hands were stained with the blood of my friends. I scream in anguish and smashed my head against the floor. As I lay prone, the warmness of the fresh blood flows out of my wound and joins my friends'.

The End.

Status: Still Fucking Depressed
1-2 hours before dinner