The stars seem to swim in your vision, almost morphing itself into a spiral pattern above your head. It draws you ever closer, convincing you to keep walking. It's the only thing really keeping you going. You can't convince yourself to break out of it's spell. That wretched blood only soaks further into your clothes. You don't know if you're even walking straight or not.

You have killed 2 'people'. You're only dragging yourself forward now.

You arrive.