Forest Finds Himself

Forest made his way past the bloody hall and to the terrace. Only to discover... Forest! He's been pecked to death by crows!

Forest gasped in horror. Is this a warning? Is this his future or an alternate universe? Maybe he had stepped into the Twilight Zone. He quickly turned heel to run from the indescribable scene of his own grisly death. It's then that he heard the cawing swarm. Crows came down from the sky in a rain of black feathers. Before he knew what's happening they were upon him, pecking at his flesh. He couldn't end up like that monstrosity in the corner. The thought was just too much to bear. Silently, Forest prayed to whatever god will hear him as he opened the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Panting, his back hit the wall and he slid down onto floor. It took a few minutes for him to regain his faculties. This was all just too much to take. Was that really his body slumped in the corner of the terrace covered in blood? He didn't even want to think about it. Maybe he had too much to drink last night and was still feeling the effects. Maybe it was fatigue. He struggled to his feet and once again noticed the blood smeared on the wall and dotting the floor. That blood was his. It had to be. Or rather it was the Forest who's dead body he had just witnessed.

He had to get out of here fast before he lost his mind. He stumbled out into the hallway, still trying to regain his composure. But it was a lost cause. What he had just witnessed was not something meant for the eyes of mortal men. This wasn't funny. Suddenly he heard a groan in the distance, followed by the sound of shuffling. He was going to die. He just knew it. There was no turning back now. That unholy sight on the terrace had sealed his fate. It was a sign that he wasn't supposed to be here. "He" wanted him out. The dead Forest was telling him that this world had no place for him now and he didn't belong. Things had to be fixed. Rectified. Forest knew this and it terrified him. It chilled him to his very core.

He half expected that shambling corpse coming towards him to be his own, having somehow vanished from the blood splashed terrace only to appear before him like a grotesque angel of death. But it was just a zombie with a face he didn't know. Forest opened fire. But it was too late. The ghoul was upon him in seconds, ripping out his throat and ending his existence.

Everything went white. Everything everywhere.

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