Into The Back rooms

Into Hell.

I wake up to a strange liquid dripping onto my forehead and a terrible sting in the back of my head. I sit up and feel the back of my head for blood, thankfully, there is none to be found but there seems to be something there still. My surroundings bleak, lifeless, and still, as if the building I seem to be in has been abandoned years ago and in a rush as well. I stand and grab my bag laying next to me, it seems off, as if someone had rummaged through it, yet, none of my items had been taken. I searched through, checking all my supplies, making sure I'm ready to tread through this odd other-worldly place. "Light.. Food.. Water.." I check my boot for my knife, I sigh, relived to have it still tucked in. I pull the knife from it's safe holder and place it in its proper holster on my belt. I start to walk forward, I could feel my boots sinking in the floor as I walked, a liquid oozed out as I walked, I had known the floor was meant to be damp but I hadn't expected this. I keep walking into room to room, until I come across a small, porcelain, uncanny, and dusty doll  missing an eye and a leg, at the end of the leg it is rough and sharp as if it was broken off. I carefully slip the doll into my bag, removing the strap off my shoulder and crouching down to grab out an apple. I pick up the bag, zip it up, and throw it up on my shoulders continuing my way until I suddenly seem to trip and fall through the floor..