Blood, a delicious crimson shade that gives a person life. This blood that is now splattered along the walls and floor of this beautiful dance floor, the lights still flashing from a night of fun. The party goers long since have passed and are now scattered across the floor. No less than 15 people all dead. Except one. A man by the name of Dante, who wanted to go out to party after turning 26. His girlfriend had dumped him a few weeks prior, so as a proper 'fuck you,' he thought he would go out to find someone better. Dante, who did not know, but is currently passed out on a dead individual.

Dante slowly opens his eyes, groggy and annoyed. His back was aching, and he thought he had passed out in his uncomfortable recliner in his apartment. However, he was in fact horribly wrong. "Holy shit, I'm hungover, what the hell happened- oh, OH MY GOD!" His vision focused, and he realized. The smell of blood and death filled his nostrils. He shook out of fear and shock. "What the hell is going on. Why is everyone... dead?"

Death as a whole never seemed to bother Dante. Everything lives and everything dies. He saw it as a circle of life. However, this many people dead, all in one room; He felt as though he would be sick.

"Fuck fuck fuck. What do I do? I'm so dead, the cops will convict me. Holy shit, I'm so screwed," He exclaimed out of pure fear. He tried to stand only to slip on a puddle of blood and fall back on his ass. He reached up his hands to cover his face, only to realize they were covered in blood. In fact, his whole person was covered in blood.

"Oh no.. oh no no no. This can't be real. There's no way I did this". Dante was never an optimistic person. He always assumed the worst. He sat for a second and tried to think. 'What did I do last night? Got dressed, brushed my hair, shoes. Texted Katherine (his best friend) and left for the club. Fuck I can't remember anything after pulling into the parking lot. Fuck this amnesia bullshit, I am never drinking again' he thought to himself.

Dante looked around the room and tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm cooked, utterly cooked. What do I do?” A sudden sound of footsteps shook Dante from his mental breakdown. "Great, this can't get any worse". He mumbled to himself.