WOOSH!
A scientist was lifted up in the air by what seemed to be nothing, being thrown around like a puny rag doll, the poor man screaming in terror. The others looked on, frozen in shock at what they were seeing, when suddenly the scientist just exploded into millions of little chunks, all splattering across the laboratory. A hazy black shape began to whip past the staff and everyone began to panic. A scientist pushed a panic button causing an alarm to be set off as they all ran to the exits. Members of the staff being picked off and being obliterated. Outside the laboratory, all hell had broken loose. The panic button had caused the asylum to go on lockdown. All exits to the outside had been locked off. Patients had broken out of their cells and started to riot and run amuck, some taking advantage of the situation and killing off security, doctors, scientists, and other patients.
Jennifer, not knowing what else to do, hid in a locker in one of the employee lounges still beneath the asylum in the laboratories. Hearing the blood curdling screams of her colleagues as lord knows what was being done to them outside of the lounge. Her breath ragged as she honestly was terrified for her life. How was she going to get out, or better yet, how the hell was she going to survive? She had to get help, somehow she was going to have to get to a phone or a radio and call for help. She knew there was no cell phone service out here in the middle of nowhere in Colorado. So she was going to have to find a landline or radio, but where?
Suddenly there was a noise at the door, a doctor and a security guard had run into the room that she was in, locking the door behind them.
"Ok," the security guard said grimly, "I think we're safe for now."
The doctor looked a bit more panicked as he paced back and forth rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh God…Jesus Christ, fuck man. What are we going to do? We gotta call for help? There's gotta be a way to call for help. Right? I mean we have to try and help the rest of us."
"No way…bad idea. We get out of here through reception and let Murkoff Tactical clean it up," The security guard responded.
The doctor looked stopped and looked at the security guard, still in a panic, "If they get here in time. We need help now. If get them on the radio, the National Guard could be here within…"
The security interrupted the doctor, ticked off, "We don't even know if the radio works,"
"It's short wave," the doctor pleaded, "if the prison's got electricity, then they've got signal. And the lights are on."
A radio in the prison. That would be perfect. However, Jennifer had no idea how to get to the prison from where she was. Honestly, she only knew how to get to the reception desk from where she was. There really was no need for her to go elsewhere in the asylum.
"Murkoff has it under control," They continued to argue.
"Yeah, I noticed. We need to get that radio."
The security guard looked pissed, he got into the doctor's face, basically growling at him, "Outside help doesn't come without outside attention. You want to take responsibility for every legally shaky thing you did on Murkoff company payroll? I know I don't."
He walked off and headed to another door, the doctor following him, still pleading with him, "It's too late to worry about that. This just has to stop."
The guard looking even more frustrated turned back around to face the doctor, "You're scared. You're not thinking straight," he glared at the doctor, "Let me make something clear. You try to radio outside for help, I'm gonna give you a whole new something to be scared of."
Flabbergasted, the doctor spat out, "Are you threatening me?"
Coldly, the guard replied bluntly, "Yes," He then made a motion to the doctor to follow him out of the room. Carefully and quietly, they headed out of a different door that would probably head in the direction of the reception area.
Jennifer stood there in the dark of the locker, contemplating what she was going to do. Should she do like the security guard and the doctor and head for the reception area in hopes of getting out, seeing as it was every man for himself. Or would she chance going and calling for help at the prison radio.