That smell. It's awful. He's heard the term indicating something as smelling like rotting flesh but he's never actually had the misfortune of stumbling across rotting flesh before. All at once he can't breathe and falls forward onto his hands in knees, gagging horribly at the smell and trying desperately to think of something to settle his stomach as it violently protests to the idea of staying in the area.

He can't even remember what he had been doing-he can only vaguely picture that blasted door in his mind. He takes a deep breath, almost afraid to open his mouth as he does and then collapses on to the ground beneath him, trying to will himself to get up and keep moving.