A good part of the infirmary looks as if it's been sprayed with a fine red mist. Nearer the door, at the edges of the splash zone, it's starting to fade to brown. Farther in, the blood glistens in thick semi-coagulated droplets, and slick-looking chunks of what must have been organs or muscle cling to the walls and floor. A few even made it up onto the ceiling; it may be best not to walk underneath them.
At the center of the mess, over where you all played Dungeons and Dragons last night, a still form is lying on one of the beds. Its shape is strange and lopsided now, and not only because of the gaping hole where there was once an abdomen; the left arm and leg are gone too. The face is turned to the side, as if to avoid seeing what happened, but blood and viscera are still spattered across the lenses of his glasses. Bits of gore are stuck in his hair.
cw: gore
A good part of the infirmary looks as if it's been sprayed with a fine red mist. Nearer the door, at the edges of the splash zone, it's starting to fade to brown. Farther in, the blood glistens in thick semi-coagulated droplets, and slick-looking chunks of what must have been organs or muscle cling to the walls and floor. A few even made it up onto the ceiling; it may be best not to walk underneath them.
At the center of the mess, over where you all played Dungeons and Dragons last night, a still form is lying on one of the beds. Its shape is strange and lopsided now, and not only because of the gaping hole where there was once an abdomen; the left arm and leg are gone too. The face is turned to the side, as if to avoid seeing what happened, but blood and viscera are still spattered across the lenses of his glasses. Bits of gore are stuck in his hair.
Max Olguin is dead.]