She sighed, her conscious wouldn't allow her to just leave without at least trying to call for help and possibly saving innocent lives. She bravely took in a deep breath and slowly and quietly as possible she opened the locker. Stepping out with her bare feet but her blue suit on, she had thrown her heels off as they were being chased by the haze of black and the patients, or as Blaire like to call them, Varients. She probably needed to take off the suit and her dress underneath the suit. If she was going to have to get to the prison and not get caught by something, she'd have to blend in…or at least not stick out like a blue colored sore thumb. Plus she'd definitely have to disguise herself from being a woman, lord knows what would happen if she happened to get caught and they found out she was a woman. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it.

She quickly scoured the other lockers looking and drawers, looking for anything that would work. Luckily, she found a pair of white pants and a large white shirt that patients would wear. They were large enough that they fit but not tight enough to show that she had any sort of womanly curves to her at all. There was at least one pair of extra clothes around in the employee lounges just in case a patient needed it or even an employee who got coffee on their suit. She took off the pencil skirt dress that she wore, keeping her bra and panties on, and put on the pants and shirt.

To keep them from seeing that she was a woman by her face, she first took some water and smeared off her makeup, then took an ash tray that was laying on the table and smeared the ash all over her face, arms, legs, and torso. And finally, she messed up her hair, raking it and tousling it with her fingers to give it a frizzed look that covered her face. Feeling that she did a decent enough job, she headed to the door. By the door was a map of the asylum, in case of an emergency you could use the map to find the fastest way out. She studied it carefully trying to use it to find her way to the prison so she could call for help. Once she had a good idea of how to get from here to there, she placed her hand on the door knob.

Slowly, the now frazzled looking woman opened the door. Peeking out and looking in both directions, trying to peer into the darkness to see if any movement could be spotted. Cautiously she made her way down the hallway, keeping one hand on the wall as she couldn't see well in the darkness yet, but made sure to listen quietly for any movements or sounds.

Eventually, she came to some more lighted areas of the underground part. Thankfully it seemed like most of the commotion had died down. Every so often, she have to hide as patients would run by chasing each other or some of the doctors. Some just walking around looking for their next prey, a lot of them already caked in a crimson stain. She felt terrible that she couldn't help somehow, but what could she do? That would be suicide. She continued onward.

Bodies were everywhere it seemed in some kind of mutilated manner. Some of them were people that she had known and worked with. She didn't know if she wanted to cry or vomit, but she couldn't do either if she wanted to stay alive. It was hard, but she had to be brave.

Jennifer had made it into the cafeteria area of the asylum. She saw as she inched her way through bodies hanging in the freezer, what looked to be pieces of body parts that had been chewed on or cut off. She definitely could see teeth marks on some. "What in the world could that be from, some kind of wild animal like a dog," she wondered. That's when she entered the kitchen.

"Oh. My. God…" she stammered, her hand covering her mouth and falling backwards in shock as she saw the horror in front of her. On the stove, in various pots of different sizes were human body parts. What kind of sick person would do such a thing?