It seems to be what used to be a bathroom. It’s pretty large for a bathroom. There are two doors, one on each side. You stumble painfully first to one, then the other, but they are both locked.

God, what is that horrible smell? you think. You stagger across the stained white tile floor as if in a trance to the bathtub. The curtain is pulled around it, but you just can’t resist… you pull it back.

“Jesus Christ!” You lurch back violently, your stomach flipping in your stomach. There what used to be a young woman, who has obviously been gutted and dead for quite some time. You yank back the curtain and tumble back to the other side of the bathroom. As you sink to the floor, your shirt rises up.

Looking down, you see purple markings on your stomach. Horrified, you realize they are the same kind of markings your sister had on her when she had to have her appendix removed. But you’re not in a hospital. Is this what happened to the girl in the tub?

I gotta get out of her, NOW, your brain screams. You go for the door on your right and thrash against it with all of your might. You can hear the door breaking on its hinges, but at the same time you hear a noise at the other door.

Decision time.

Hit as hard as you can and get the hell out of this room.
Find a weapon and face whoever is at the other door.