The pink liquid is a sharp bitter taste that is harsh on your tongue, but it's the worm that gets you... It feels as if it’s stuck in your throat, and it wiggles.
The moment suddenly becomes too much or is it the liquid taking effect, unsure and too slow to decide, the world goes black.
You wake up. It's still black around you, yet you are lying on a cold, hard surface, as your eyes adjust to the darkness you begin to see shapes here and there. The frame of a door, a floor. The smell though… moldy and stale, and that’s definitely water you hear dripping…
You right yourself, sitting up, swing your legs over and plop of the thing you were laying on.
The moment your feet hit the floor, you freeze, going as cold as a block of ice.
You just step into a nice carpet made of bugs… What kind? You don't care as you bolt, feeling them crawl up your legs, the squashed ones’ guts oozing between your toes as you move.
A light turns on and suddenly you can see all this black floor moving like water, but you know it’s not water. And it seems the tide is rising.
You have seconds to react. Three doors await you.