Hearing Jeremy suggest that they go after the creep was just what Lia needed to hear. Her previous anxiety and paranoia about not knowing what was real or not vanished, replaced by a horribly, sickly satisfying thirst for blood, for revenge. She was glad she had dressed already, and followed Jeremy down the stairs, taking her gun with her from where it was in the bathroom. She was almost giddy as they stepped down the wooden stairs. Lia stopped after a moment, however, once they got to the last set of stairs.<br/><br/>The entire floor of the cabin was covered in...blood? That's what it looked like to her anyway, thick, dark red almost black, blood. It wasn't just a small puddle in the center of the room. It literally covered every inch of the floor and looked waist-deep, but not. But that was impossible, wasn't it? The blood looked like it covered just the top of the floor, still thick enough that one couldn't see anything underneath. The furniture was clean except for the parts the blood had sloshed again.<br/><br/>Which brought Lia to another realization. Was the blood...moving? It was acting as the ocean would, shifting back forth, going over itself, turning slightly with each movement if it came up to a wall or another form of resistance.<br/><br/>The young woman could handle blood usually. Hell, she had covered herself in one person's blood after she had all but killed them with her own bare hands. But this. This was more than she could handle almost. With a soft sound of disgust, she covered her mouth, unable to take her gaze away from the sight of so much red. She wasn't going to puke, not yet anyway. Her stomach was behaving just enough that while it churned slightly, it wouldn't be upset enough to empty. Yet.<br/><br/>She pushed her hair back from her face with one hand, then looked at Jeremy briefly before looking back at the red. Almost without thinking, she let her hand drop back to her side, her other hand clutching at the gun she held. She stepped off the last stair and into the liquid, expecting to find the floor easily. No sooner had she let most of her weight go to the foot now slipping into the liquid than she nearly tripped forward into the blood. Catching her balance at the last second, she found herself waist-deep. Her eyes grew wide and she felt her lungs clench slightly, her stomach churning more now.<br/><br/>Worse yet, the blood was warm, almost hot against her skin. With a small sound of disgust and shock, she stayed where she was, unable to move herself out of the blood now, frozen in shock and confusion at the twilight-zone-like situation. Inexplicable, yet...it was right here. All around her, touching her.