Snippet #1933678

Shane took a deep shuttering breath as his vision returned to him. He felt dizzy with his whole world in a daze as if he'd just survived nearly drowning. His breathes were coming rapidly and his body was covered in sweat. He looked around but could see nothing but a few, faint strands of light in a dark room. He could just make out a light switch on the opposite wall. He made his was over but not without stumbling over a few things along the way. He reached the light switch and flipped it on and instantly realized something was wrong. His hand had smeared blood all over the white wall and the light switch. He looked down at his hand to see that it was covered in blood, not his own. Both his hands were literally dripping with the crimson substance. His breathing became even more rapid as he struggled to think about what had happened. The last thing he remembered was walking down a stairwell with Jared. He slowly rose his gaze from his hands to the room around and gasped in horror as he stumbled back and looked in terrified awe. Bodies littered the room. Most mangled and hacked to pieces. Others riddled with bullet holes. Some hanging from the ceiling in the tell tale way only Shane could do.

"No... no, no no no no....."

He muttered aloud to himself in disbelief. "What have I done? What the hell have I done? Who are these people? Why can't I remember?!" He thought to himself, franticly. Acting on instinct and fear he sprinted across the room and leapt out of the window into the night air. It was raining hard and Shane was soaked in seconds. He swung his way away from the gruesome sight and kept swinging until he came to a stop on top of a church. He crouched on the top of the steeple and let the rain wash the blood off his body as he shook with fear.