U-turn, wait no, what?

I made it here, finally after a mile, doesn't seem like much but it is to a 1 inch per second fire. It looked different, of course it would be over the.. how many years..? 'How many..' I asked myself again. I didn't recognize a single person even out of the brush for a second. I saw some blacksmith flames and tried to communicate but it was no use. I am truly alone here.

Something clicked in me and I turned to the drawer to my far left. I jumped on the handle and it swung open. Out fell a sea of blood. Pop quiz time! What is blood mostly composed of? And the answer is.. Water! FUU- I scrambled to get a flame-hold and jumped from the open door on the same counter I was on before, and yes I was covered, it hurt, this is what you call an understatement, here is my reaction in true color: OW OW OW WHAT IS TH- OH THAT WAIT HOW OH GOD OH NO.

But yet I really do wonder why there is just a bunch of blood and other.. mess around. After the loud creaking, sploshing, sizziling, and thumps of some items falling. The door slams open, a large man came through, atleast I think thats a man, he has some appendages here and there, perhaps a beastman? He said softly but confused, "What happened here? And wh- wait, CHEIF! CHEEEEIF!" He scampered out the door, giving me a chance to escape. I just looked at the blood, it changed colors to a dark red then to black, crumbled and vanished. Quite the average day I suppose.