Day 79

You are thirsty.
You haven't been thirstier in your life.

Your throat is dry.
Your voice a painful croak.
Your location unknown.

Your arms feel weightless.
Your arms feel twisted.
Your arms are missing.

You don't remember how you got here or where here is.
You lie armless, voiceless and afraid.
You faintly hear running water.
You stumble towards the tantalising sound. 

After what feels like an eternity of tripping over the cold, hard ground you reach a stream in the corner of your new environment.
The water has a reddish tinge to it but you are too thirsty to care.

You've never tasted such sweet water before.
You must have more.
You can practically smell a lake of this divine liquid.
You can smell it.

You follow the almost sickly scent to a hole in the wall far further down from the delicious spring.

Carefully crawling through, you just about manage to stand up on the other side.

But where is that scent coming from?

You can't see a stream anywhere.
You start to pant as you move forward, desperate for more sweet water.

As the scent grows stronger you see another small stream running into a drain on the floor.
Moving faster you eagerly trace it back to the source.

The source you find is nothing like you expected.

The mouth watering smell is nearly overwhelming as you approach the pile of armless corpses.

Carved onto the floor beside the gruesome sight are the words "Welcome home"