Opening my eyes, I clumsily tried to breathe, but all I managed was to bring some kind of liquid into my nostrils. Desperately flailing my hands, I felt my body much heavier than usual. Quickly moving my legs, I tried to get out of whatever it was I was in. After a few moments...
Opening my mouth wide, I took in as much air as I could. Trying to clear my face, I opened my eyes again. The nauseating smell of rust permeated the entire place; the scent of blood was so dense that large mists formed, making it harder to see what was beyond. A red sky quickly welcomed me. Looking around, a vast ocean of blood was all there was. Trying to hold back my gag reflex to avoid vomiting, I fearfully searched for a stable place to get out of that ocean of blood, swimming as fast as I could in any direction. My eyes managed to spot a black rock right in front of me. Climbing onto it, I placed a hand over my pounding chest...
