Air is heavy...Salty taste on your lips...
Disorienting feeling walking down the stairs...
Sticky blood on the ground...
A body dragged through the hallway...
Pools of blood forming...
Sprayed blood dripping off the walls...
Cries for help unanswered...
Death hangs in the air...
"That cold ain't the weather...it's death approaching..."
~30 days of Night
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