She places my hands onto her hips as she holds onto my arms
She guides me to the dance floor
Where countless brainless Zombies
Hypnotically move their fragile bodies
She drags my lifeless corpse to the center of them all
Red flashing strobe lights pounding out my brain
The acid in my system quickens the time; the stroboscopic effect causes the world to fall behind…
Alex Cross, The Taste of Red.