It has risen

I.V: A voice

James wakes up. All he sees is thick fog.
"James can you hear me?"
James takes a moment to realize it's Tommy's voice.
Holy shit this can't be true. I thought he was dead.
"Tommy I'm coming!" James shouts in excitement and quickly runs into the fog from where he heard the voice. He trips over stones, runs into the trees and bushes but that won't stop him from finally seeing his friend again. His jeans and shirt having holes in them or the multiple cuts, bruises and wounds don't matter to James. He runs, his heart pounding faster and faster from the adrenaline. He finally stops before a cave.
"Tommy where are you?"
"I'm here"
The voice echoed out from the cave. James ran into the cave. The fog slowly dissapeared the deeper he ran into the cave. He ran against something again. This time it wasn't a stone wall. It made a very distinct noise you would only hear from a steel door. In the darkness he frantically searched for a knob or handle to open the door. He finally found a handle and quickly opened the door. He stormed inside, the door closing behind him. He wasn't running on dirt or stones, but instead steel. He stopped running, thinking he finally reached his goal. Multiple neon lights from the ceiling started to glow filling the cold, dark room with light. James closed his eyes from the sudden light. He rubbed his eyes and once he could finally open them he looked around. It was an empty room. In the middle stood a tall large black stone pillar. Yet no Tommy.
"Tommy where are you!" James kept shouting, with each time sounding more and more desperate and lost.
"James, here I am. Look around"
James started looking around. Filled with happiness to finally see his old friend.
But nobody came. The door never opened.
James closed his eyes and sat down on the cold metal floor. He had given up. Then he heard a noise. He looked at a wall. He saw a crack in the metal wall. A thick black substance started dripping out of the wall. It started dripping faster and faster, with more and more crack appearing on all sides of the room. It went from a few droplets to a small stream before starting to very quickly gush out of the crack like blood from a wound. James didn't know what to do. The substance moved in an unnatural pattern. It didn't expand in all directions. Instead it slowly creeped its way towards James.
He stood frozen from confusion and fear. He tried to move but his body refused.
The substance moved quicker and quicker towards him.
It reached his shoes and started crawling up his leg. He felt it on his skin. It felt cold and hot at the same time. It was rough but also smooth. It was disgusting yet also pleasant. It reached his lower body. His upper body. His arms. He was now fully covered in this substance. More and more went up his body. It reached his neck and then his face. It started to pour into his mouth, his nose, his ears and even his eyes.

"I'm home, James."