Curious eyes can't help but notice the carnage of mangled bodies contorted into unnatural shapes. Oscar stared for a moment too long, heart and stomach squeezing up towards his throat in the seconds it took for his mind to register what it was that he was viewing. Only John's voice and the squeeze on his shoulder kept him moving-- hobbling step by imbalanced step as they tried find escape from whatever hellish dungeon they were in.

"It'd be a miracle if anyone survived that..."

He trailed, tearing his eyes away from the gore to focus in on the path ahead. The monotonous, continuing pattern of the hallways was dizzying. But, it wasn't like they had options.