Day 384

The concert hall was loud and packed to the brim.
Latecomers crammed themselves into the aisles as the stage lights flickered.
The band appeared in a bright flash and the audience began screaming.
They never stopped screaming.

You could barely make out the music over their cries.
Some of them seemed to pass out, one by one the whole audience was falling down.
Turning to your friend who had suddenly stopped screaming, you saw them collapse.
As you pushed their hair from their face you saw blood streaming from their mouth.

They were choking, there was no space to push them onto their side.
Struggling you managed to sit them upright and prop them against a chair.
Everyone around you was falling and bleeding, the air stank of it.
The band kept singing, growing louder and louder until they too were screaming.

Soon their screeching filled the air and the bleeding people began to convulse.
You began to join in.
It took you a while to realise that you were crying just as loudly.
Your voice almost harmonising with them, it should have hurt.

You felt nothing, no fear nor pain.
It became harder to scream as your throat filled with blood, so much blood.
Surely by now you should be passing out, how much blood have you lost?
Everything feels numb and heavy but you can't stop crying out.

The band slowly stops and you continue.
They hop off stage, treading on and over corpses like strewn paper heading towards you.
Your vision is getting shakier, your voice is the only sound besides their light steps.
As they draw closer an closer your screaming dies down.

You are left slouched and gasping for air at their feet.
They pull you up and drag you over the bodies scattered all around.
Down the stairs, through seemingly endless corridors to a familiar set of open doors.
You were tossed out of the concert hall's doors, they slammed closed as your heart slowed down.