Ethan had a very long nightmare.
In the dream, he walked out of a quagmire filled with blood, and every step he took was on bones and corpses.
Familiar faces and heads were buried under blood, and desperate eyes were cast towards the infinitely gloomy sky, filled with resentment.
His whole body was covered in blood, his and not his. The rancid blood was crawling on his body like maggots, even biting through his skin and drilling inside, swimming and multiplying between the muscles and the epidermis. The itchy feeling came from under the skin, and no matter how hard he scratched, it couldn't be relieved. It was an itch that went deep into his bones, from the skin to the internal organs.
He woke up with a start, breathing rapidly.
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