Wei Jiamin woke up choked by the smell of rancid meat.
The eyelids seemed to be stuck with 502 glue. When I tried to open the crack, I saw the swaying emergency light. A faint green light shone on the opposite wall, making the mottled blood stains look like strawberry jam in the supermarket's expiry section. There were also a few strands of things hanging on it that were unclear whether they were intestines or wires.
"Fuck, where is this?" She wanted to sit up, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of her head, as if someone had used an electric drill to hit her temple in third gear. When I touched it, the sticky liquid flowed down my wrist, and it smelled worse than expired yogurt.
