As if on cue, Jennifer's question was answered with the sound of a saw blade whirring and the gurgling sound of flesh being cut and ripped into not too far away from her in the next room. Quietly she crawled into the next door, praying that she wasn't going to be seen and whoever had the saw wasn't in there. Unfortunately he was there, a shirtless, dirty, and extremely hairy pale patient. She could smell his B.O. several feet away. So nasty. Luckily, he seemed to be preoccupied devouring various body parts of his latest victim. To make sure she wasn't going to turn into dessert, she silently crawled her way underneath the tables and chairs to get to the door and away from the cannibalistic psychopath.
The poor woman had to crawl over and through so much blood and gore she was turning almost as pale white and as patients. If she was ever going to make it out here alive, undoubtingly she was turning into a vegetarian. The sight of something resembling meat would probably make her pass out.
"Just a couple more feet, c'mon Jennifer, you can do it," she rallied to herself in her head, crawling a little bit quicker at the homestretch. "Phew," she sighed quietly as she had a hand on the slightly ajar door. Quietly, she moved the door open just a tiny bit more, keeping her hand steady as to not make the door creak and alert the cannibal to her existence.
CRASH!
Jennifer cringed, a glass bottle had been placed meticulously on the top of the door and laying on the door frame. When Jennifer pulled the door open the bottle tipped over crashing to the floor with a large bang and scattering glass onto the floor. It was a trap. She whipped her head to the direction of the cannibal was. He had heard the crash and was staring straight at Jennifer, licking his bloody chapped lips as his eyes filled with hunger and desire. Clenching his handsaw, he turned to make his way toward his new found prey.
It didn't take long for Jennifer's fight or flight instincts to kick in as she leapt up off her hands and feet. She hopped over the broken glass booked it into the dark hallways. The buzzing of the cannibal's handsaw coming after her, he cried out, "Feed me! C'mere and feed me!"
The young woman ran as fast as she could, running blindly in the dark hallways whilst crashing into overturned chairs and desks that blocked the hallways. She continued to run til she found a light at the end of a narrow hallway. Gaining her second wind she bolted for the light, her breath shallow and shaky in fear of being caught. She ran as hard as she could and finally made it to the light at the end. Somehow, she had ended up inside of the morgue and more specifically the crematorium.
Out of fear and hearing the slight buzz of the saw still going, the woman bolted into a room. It was dark and she could barely see anything but the smell was awful in there. No telling what was in there, nor did she want to know. Trying to make out where she was, Jennifer reached out with her arms, moving them around her in hopes of getting a wall or maybe a locker. She continued this until she had felt something with her right hand. She turned and put both hands on the thing she felt. She gasped, her breathing becoming ragged in fear of what she was touching. It was dry and leather-like…skin and lots and lots of hair.
Oh god….oh god, oh god it moved! She squeaked as she pulled her hands back close to her body, stumbling backwards in fright.
There was silence and then after what seemed like forever to Jennifer, she heard a voice grumble out, "Dinner bell."
A sudden pain came from the back of Jennifer's head and she crumpled to the floor. A hand grasped a large chunk of her ebony hair and began to drag Jennifer out of the dark room and into the light of the crematorium.