A deafening, blood-curdling scream resonated through the air. Who was it? Would it never end?
It was nearly ten minutes before Elizabeth eventually realised that the screaming was in fact coming from her own mouth. As soon as she realised this the screaming stopped. Her throat felt raw. Looking down at her trembling hands, she saw that they were dripping with fresh, warm blood. Some of it her own, some of it not. She continued to stare down at the blood in silence, struggling to remember how it had got there. It was remarkably bright, the blood, almost unreal looking.