You are fighting your way to the top. Struggling over horribly gooey rotten bodies, getting the rotten funk all over you. Your hair is smeared with it, you have to pause to vomit a couple more times on the way up. A deep deep bass humming begins. The bodies you climb threw are beginning to tremble. You touch a mostly intact head and you can feel it shaking and throbbing. Your climbing becomes a desperate panic and you burst to the surface gasping and retching.