My breath caught in my throat.
I forgot how to breathe.
A body.
A freaking body.
My knees wobbled, my vision tilting like the floor had slipped sideways beneath me.
For a brief second I thought maybe I'd imagined it, that my overworked, overtired brain had stitched shadows together into something sinister.
Something meant to terrify the living day lights out of me.
But no.
There it was.
A body slumped against the far wall, half-shrouded by the flickering fluorescent light.
And...God. Blood.
So much blood I nearly puked.
I wasn't making it up.
It was a dark, glistening pool smeared across the tiles like a grotesque watercolor, tracing from the figure toward me.
My hands shook.
My whole body shook.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think.
If I screamed, if I ran, what would happen? What if it was real, what if people panicked, stampeded?
What would happen?
I didn't know what to do.
