Beware The Fat Cat
The pain slowly spread across my consciousness. Wincing, trying to make sense of everything. What happened? I pondered. Trying to open my eyes, but the light was too bright. Squeezing them back shut, I groaned, a wave of nausea rolling over me. Scrubbing my hands down my face, it felt wet, almost sticky. The copper smell floated up to my nostrils, making my stomach roll all over again. Fear and dread settling into my gut, I forced an eye open. Looking down at my hands, the crimson color was a stark contrast to my pale skin. Bolting upright, I scan my surroundings quickly.