[25] written by Kreid

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD is the last word you can hear before
you find yourself staring blankly at the blank ceiling of your now
dead-silent home. You feel most of your senses leaving you -- but you
definitely sense that you are lying in something wet. "What could this
be that I'm lying in?" you wonder, but it's too late for that kind of
thinking because you feel you are losing it... losing your... no--

you see a white light in front of you.

* If you want to follow the light, go to [30].
* If you want to try to hold on to your life, go to [31].