(ok let’s try this one last time) (day 17 of goretober)

Unsightly noises weren’t jarring to you anymore; you’d stayed long enough in the facility to where you just about knew which noises to look out for and hide from. Everything else simply passed you by as ambiance, the screams of your fellow expendables not crossing your mind for more than a second. You hear a new sound as the door opens in front of you. This unsightly noise was closer than you’d prefer it to be. Coughing, like a cat hacking up a hairball but more human. Visceral? Gross. You cautiously peek your head around the doorframe. The room bends left. In the corner is… a particular fish you’d seen outside the facility on occasion. It was much larger right in front of you, although hunched over and shuddering, crimson masses splatting onto the floor in front of it. It is absolutely not doing well. It heaves, groaning as it curls further, sliding against the wall it leans on, leaving a trail of red from its gills. Gross…