She brushed herself off and was just about to walk towards the street as an unexpected gust of wind rushed by, whipping her dripping hair in every direction. The wind carried a foul scent.
She was back infront of the wall of corpses, exactly where she was before she, somehow, awoke in a hospital. However, something was different this time. Was this the same wall?
Fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens. The blood will never wash, it hardens. Wounds will never heal, they deepen. Souls wander lost, dead. Sins will never be forgiven....