
The red smear, still wet, appears to be not one single streak, but many, all leading into the break room. Everything around you is still, and you can smell something... something almost sweet... getting stronger as you get closer to the doors of the break room.
Inside wait the bodies of five of your co-workers, all piled up together, all dead from... well, they're... bloody... cuts, gashes...
You feel like throwing up, and even want to, but can't.