Chapter 6 - A New Life? - VI
"What the fuck, Bern. What the fuck did you do?"
"HUUUUUUUURL." I vomited everything in my stomach. Blood, flesh, bones, teeth—everything splattered across the floor.
Bern's room was a total nightmare. His bed was wrecked, the walls painted in crimson, and a thick, foul-smelling puddle pooled beneath the shattered wooden planks. The stench of sex and blood clung to the air. But Bern himself? He was nowhere to be found. The only thing left of him were scattered bones, picked clean like something out of a horror movie.
"What the fuck happened here?"
His bed was nothing but pallets stacked together, topped with a thin mattress. Now it was split in half—like it had been torn apart from sheer force alone.
"This can't be real. This has to be a goddamn nightmare." My legs trembled as nausea crawled up my throat again.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I analyzed the scene. My eyes scanned over the room, focusing on the details—the evidence left behind. Two deep footprints were stamped into the marble floor at the foot of the bed. His hands had been pressed into the side walls, streaks of blood smearing across the surface.
"...No way."
My breath hitched. I looked at the other rooms down the corridor, each one eerily silent. The further I looked, the more my stomach twisted. A thick, red curtain—no, a wall of blood—coated the floors and walls beyond.
"What kind of hell is this? Everyone's dead. I'm the only one left."
I turned back to Bern's room. My mind raced, replaying every detail. Then, I tried something—I stepped into my own room and mimicked his stance, placing my hands and feet exactly where his had been. And suddenly, everything clicked.