After wandering around the morgue of the massive asylum, Jennifer finally found her way outside. Wrapping her arms around her sweat drenched torso, she began to shiver as she traversed into the foggy September night.

Groaning sadly, the poor woman wished she was soaking up the warm sunshine somewhere on a nice tropical beach sipping on a fruity drink in a coconut shell decked out with a fancy little umbrella. Really anywhere but where she was would be great, just as long as she was far, far away from this hell hole. It would be a little bit nicer if she at least had a coat on instead of these sorry excuses for clothes. Seriously, they were paper thin and served no use for keeping the wearer warm.

But, Jennifer was hell bent on getting to the prison and continued to march on quietly into the fog hoping that she was going in the right direction. Every so often she would see or hear patients running through the brush. Instinctively, she would duck and hide as best as she could in the thicket of bushes and trees. Luckily, it didn't seem like any of the patients noticed her presence or if they did they showed no interest in her. Which Jennifer had no issues with whatsoever.

For what seemed like hours, she finally made it to the inner gates of the massive prison. It was daunting to look at for sure. How in the world was she supposed to find one little short-waved radio in that? Especially with no idea what was lurking in the dark shadows waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims. She had to try. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling it out Jennifer creeped into the prison gates.

The place that she had entered seemed to be the prison yard for the inmates. Bodies were strewn in bits and pieces pretty much in every corner of the place. Everywhere you looked there was at least a blood stain. Some bodies were even hung up on the fence like they were some kind of Christmas decoration. Swarms of flies, beetles, and insects crawled over and into the remains, feasting and laying their young on the putrid decomposing flesh. The smell alone was enough to make the poor woman feel the bile in her stomach rise up and tickle the back of her mouth.

Jennifer continued to walk through the labyrinth of fencing and gates when she suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and the feeling of eyes watching her came over her. She stopped to peer into the dense fog but couldn't see anyone. Yet the feeling wasn't going away, there was someone or something out there.

"Who's this," a deep and curious yet calm voice questioned from the other side of the fencing. A colossal sized man who was about as naked as a jay bird strolled up to the fence, carrying with him a large machete like weapon in his hand. He looked down through the fence, examining the much smaller stature of Jennifer. Not expecting the man at all, the girl flinched in surprise, keeping her head down in fear that he may somehow recognize her. Her little body shook as the large man sized her up. He just came out of nowhere, how in the hell did he do that?

"Not sure," another voice similar to the other chimed in coming in from the opposite direction of the man. A man similar to the first came in through the fog, also naked, and also looked at Jennifer. Brothers, maybe?

"Hmm…" the first brother thought as he looked her, seeing her shake like a leaf, he smirked darkly at her, "he looks nervous." On the Brightside, they thought that Jennifer wasn't a man and she sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to correct them on that. She didn't exactly want to stay and let them find that out either so she continued her walk, with just a slightly faster pace, and tried her best to ignore him.

The sound of scrapping of metal upon metal filled the air from behind Jennifer. "Oh god," she thought as she continued to pick up her pace, almost jogging down the fence line, "They're following me."

"I would like to kill him," she heard one say behind her, the machete in his hand running against the chain link fence that separated them from her.

"As would I," the other brother replied, "wouldn't be as fun seeing that he's quite puny, like a runt."

"Runts of the litter are no good."

"They must be drowned."

"Right as they pop out of the bitch."

As a doctor, you would think Jennifer wouldn't be phased by phrases like the ones those two brothers were saying to her. In her time working, she probably had been threatened by quite a few patients…but this was different. Before she had an arsenal of different things like big strong orderlies, restraints, medicines, and padded cells with tiny windows that would keep her safe from patients like that. She didn't have those now and the possibility that any of these patients in this hell hole could do terrible things to her was frightenly real. There was no doubt about it that she had to get of here and quick. Once she found that radio and called for help she could find her way out and be rid of this place for good.

She had reached the inside of the prison now, still out in the prison yard but she was close to the actually building now than she was before. Not hearing from the brothers anymore she assumed, or at least hoped, that they had lost interest and moved on to someplace else in the asylum. Moving carefully through another door that lead to a bricked off area, she quietly stopped under the frame of the door to survey the surroundings in front of her. In the far corner was a basketball court where a group of patients were playing a game of basketball…with a severed head. Oh God…

Past that, she saw a ladder that lead up to a guard tower and the main building of the prison. If she were to find a radio, surely it'd be up there. Just one problem. How was she going to get past the patients playing basketball with the body parts? More than likely she was just going to have to walk as fast as she could by them and pray that they wouldn't notice her. Not caring that she was there would work as well. If they did take notice, then she'd have to make a run for it.

Jennifer worked up her courage, kept her head down, and walked quickly toward the basketball court. Making sure not to make eye contact with anyone, she pushed through the gate into the court and went in. So far, so good. Staying at the edge of the court, she quickly walked down the side and out. They didn't even take notice of her, too busy playing their disgusting game of basketball.

"Oh thank God," she let out a sigh of relief as she climbed up the ladder and onto the top of the guard tower. Peeking into each room of the tower the only thing found were phones that were dead. No radios.

"Damn it," the woman huffed. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy. She looked to where the main building was and stared at the door to the inside. Did she dare to open it to find the radio she was looking for? She had to. Coming this far, she wasn't going to just not try. Besides, she needed to find a map again to find out how to get out of the prison building and out of the facility all together.

Slowly, she made her way to the door and into the building. Peeking inside she could see already that it was pretty chaotic. Patients were chasing each other through the halls, blood looked as if it was sprayed onto the walls with a hose. Security guards laid dead pretty much everywhere she turned. But Jennifer continued onward in hopes that she could find the radio and call for help. The woman crept through the hallway, and to her surprise there was the security room with a wall of screens showing the prison through the security cameras. Surely the radio was in there. What luck! Finally! Smiling as she ran, she made her way to the security room.

Only, to suddenly have her hopes dashed away instantly. The door to the room had been beaten down. And there in the middle of the floor and all over the desk was what remained of the short wave radio. Tears filled her eyes as she knelt down on the ground, taking pieces of the radio in her hands only to throw them in angst.

They were dead. They all were going to die. Help wasn't going to be coming soon and no one was going to save them. By the time anyone knew what was going on, everyone save for the extremely dangerous Varients were going to be dead.

With her face in her hands, she wept. She didn't care if anyone heard her crying, she wasn't going to get out alive anyway. She was tired, scared, hungry, thirsty, and she knew she wouldn't be able to outrun a patient for long if one tried to kill her again. The only thing now was to pray that her death would be a quick one.

"Jennifer?"

That voice…she knew that voice. Her head turned to where she had heard that voice coming from. Out of the shadows a silhouette of a man came forward into the light.

She sniffled, using a sleeve to wipe her nose and eyes, "Mr. Blaire?"