Day 64

Somewhere a woman sits in a hotel room with one light on.
Somewhere this woman is transfixed by the light.
She reaches towards it, unsure why.
Her hand touches the warm fabric.

She stays like this for some time.
She feels like the warmth is holding her hand.
Something is holding her hand.
Something wet and grasping is holding her hand.

She tries not to look but the thing begins to squeeze.
Frantically trying to pull her hand away she sees exactly what is holding her.
It is a white hand covered in blood, she doesn't see the rest of the figure.
She does see a trail of viscera leading to the front door.

The hand pulls her to her feet, seemingly leading her somewhere.
Along the trail of blood and organs, out of the front door and to the stairs.
She is practically being lifted by the dripping hand.
It takes her to the top floor.

The door of the roof is open.
The blood trail has grown much thicker than it was in her room.
There are whole body parts littered about now, ranging in size and colour.
It takes her to the water tank, dragging her up the ladder.

There is a hatch leading inside of the water tank.
The hand now lets go, motioning at the woman to open the hatch.
Fearing for her life the woman obeys.
The hatch shrieks open on rusted hinges.

The last thing she sees is a grinning white face.
It is whole now.