You stood there, paralyzed, staring at the gruesome sight infront of you. Many corpses who have seem to been amputated lay there on tables or on the floor. It reeked of rotten flesh. You felt like you were going to throw up. You began to back up but before you were able to exit the room entirely, you bumped into something, or rather…SOMEONE behind you. You shivered and slowly turned your head around to be met with a very pissed off looking Sawmill. He stared down at you.

“…I told you not to open that door.”