Despite everything – despite having lost everyone – you proceed on in the cellar, suddenly aware that you're weeping. The tears are hot and unfamiliar, but you don't care. Nothing makes sense anymore, and you cannot see; guided only by the feel of the stone against your feet and your hands.
Breathing. It's slow and rhytmic – but up ahead is breathing. Your heartbeat quickens and you run forward, hoping and praying that someone, anyone else has survived.
You run into a room filled with lumps of stretchable flesh that were once people. The floor is also covered with such material – and what's more, material that you recognize. The material crawls along your skin – and you are subsumed into it, and are no more.
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