I'm coming for you, Rose. I'm not letting you go this time.
The text message had surprised her. She stared at Leon's name written across the screen and sighed, trying to push the panic down. He couldn't come after her. He had no idea where she was, or what she was doing, and he'd just end up getting himself hurt-or worse-killed. It was so tempting to reply. To explain herself...but she didn't have the words.
This won't be forever, Leon. She swore it. She would finish this, and find a way to detach from Wesker and Spenser and they'd figure things out. She just needed Luis to come through with a cure, and she could be her old self again. Her human self. Everything would be fine.
The night was unnaturally still as Rose moved through the dense underbrush. Her footsteps were silent, swallowed by the overgrown foliage that clung to the old Umbrella facility's perimeter. In the distance, the jagged silhouette of the compound rose against the black sky, its once-imposing walls now weathered by time and neglect. The security systems, dormant for years, had been reactivated under the strictest protocols. But Rose wasn't here for anything ordinary. She wasn't just here to break in. She was here to break them—the people behind the nightmare that had twisted her into this thing she couldn't fully control.
She adjusted the black tactical gear that clung to her form, every movement calculated, as she slipped past the barbed wire and into the shadow of the rusted gates. The old Umbrella facility was a fortress, a relic from a time when human lives were cheap and experiments even cheaper. Rose reached the side entrance, a forgotten service door on the east side of the compound. The keypad was outdated, but she'd already anticipated the old system's weaknesses. A few well-placed taps on her portable hacking device and the lock disengaged with a soft click.
The door creaked open, the sound of it echoing in the empty corridor beyond. A stifling mustiness assaulted her senses—decades of decay and bloodshed that never truly left this place. She slipped inside, moving quickly but cautiously, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. The mission parameters had been clear: Acquire genetic samples from the Plaga strain, the T-virus mutants, and, if possible, obtain the data on subject #415, whose genetic makeup held the key to human compatibility.
Failure was not an option.
The security cameras were low-grade and sluggish, relics of a bygone era. She disabled them with a few deft moves, making sure there were no live feeds to trace her steps. She kept her head on a swivel, not even daring to breathe too deeply. Something wasn't right.
Rose paused, her heart beating louder than she'd like to admit. She'd expected to run into someone by now—at least a few guards, maybe a janitor, but the entire facility felt... empty. She had disabled the cameras, but there was something more unsettling in the air. It wasn't just the lack of personnel—it was the stillness, the kind of stillness that made her instincts flare with warning.
What happened here? she thought, her gaze darting around. Her mind churned with possibilities—perhaps a sudden shutdown of the facility's operations, a shift in staffing, or—no, it couldn't be. Not now. Not when she was so close.
Her body was stiff as she cautiously made her way through the facility. The lights were bright, LED and lit up the area too brightly. At the end of a long room lined with desks and cubicles, she came across an elevator. She pressed the down arrow, and it lit up with a yellow light, dinging. It took a long time, but eventually the whirring of the elevator motors picked up and the door slid open with a mechanical hiss. Rose cased the small space before stepping inside and looked at the panel. There were only four buttons, one had L written on it.
She bit her lip as she pressed it, and the doors slid shut. But, the elevator did not move. Instead, a robotic female voice spoke through the speaker.
"Please insert laboratory key card."
Shit, thought Rose. She didn't know she'd need one. She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to think. She could always try another route, but the elevator would take her straight to the labs—the heart of the facility. That was where the genetic samples, the research data, and the answers to everything she needed were kept. She couldn't waste any more time. She needed to get inside.
Her eyes scanned the walls of the elevator. No key card slot to bypass. No obvious escape hatch. She was trapped.
Rose cursed softly under her breath, fingers flexing into fists. Then, her gaze flicked toward the control panel again, and she noted the other three buttons. There was a small, blinking light on the corner of one of the unmarked buttons. It was faint, but it seemed to flicker intermittently. It wasn't a normal feature, and it sparked an idea.
Her fingers danced over the buttons, pressing each one in a quick, practiced sequence. First, the top button. Then, the bottom one. Nothing happened. She let out a quiet curse and tried again, this time pressing the middle button, followed by the bottom one in quick succession.
There was a faint whir as the machinery inside the elevator shifted, and then—finally—a soft click. The robotic voice returned, but it was different this time.
"Access granted."
The elevator jolted to life, its lights flickering to life as it began its slow descent. Rose felt a surge of relief, but it was quickly tempered by the growing tension. She had just bypassed the system, but she didn't know what she was going to face on the other side of those doors.
As the elevator descended deeper into the facility, she leaned against the cold metal walls, checking her gear one last time. A few breathless moments later, the soft ding of the elevator sounded, followed by the slow opening of the doors.
Rose stepped into the lower levels of the facility. The stark, sterile environment was suffocating—cold white walls, fluorescent lighting that buzzed overhead, and the constant hum of ventilation. This was where the real research had been conducted, where the dangerous experiments had unfolded, and where the virus strains she needed now lay in wait. She'd walked out into a sort of lobby. It was a wide open space with light blue carpet, a rounded secretary desk, and a couple fabric love seats.
Rose stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her breath fogging up the glass for a moment as she tried to process the bizarre sight before her. The blue sky was so out of place here, in this labyrinth of steel and concrete that should have been far beneath the earth's surface. She could see the white clouds drifting lazily by, framed by the sterile edges of the window, and the soft, golden light of the sun bathed the scenery. It looked almost... normal.
What kind of twisted place is this?
She reached up and wiped the condensation from the glass, trying to make sense of the illusion. Everything about this facility—the sterile atmosphere, the oppressive silence, and the unnatural quiet—felt wrong. Yet here, behind the windows, was a scene that looked as if it belonged in a skyscraper in some city, not buried miles underground in a forgotten Umbrella facility.
"Must make it easier to live underground if you think you can see the sky," she murmured to herself, her voice low and filled with dark amusement. But the thought left a bitter taste on her tongue. There was no denying the power of perception. Perhaps this was just another psychological tactic—the illusion of normalcy to keep those trapped down here from truly realizing how deep they were in the muck.
She shook her head and turned away from the window. Focus. She had no time for distractions. Not when there were dangerous experiments, corrupted genetic research, and her own haunting past waiting for her in the heart of this place.
She quickly crossed the lobby, staying low, her footsteps muffled against the plush carpet. She kept her back to the walls, eyes darting to every corner, every shadow. The hallway ahead seemed empty, but that meant nothing. There were countless ways someone—or something—could be lurking, waiting.
Her hand hovered over the gun holstered at her waist, and she took a slow, steadying breath. There were more critical objectives to focus on. She needed to get to the labs, find the samples, and grab the data she was after. Her paranoia was eating away at her. Either the data had been wrong, or someone had lied to her about what was going on here. She fully expected Spencer to get tired of her and have her murdered...she shook the thought away. No use over thinking.
The double doors had 'cafeteria 1' written in indented metal above them, and Rose angled her body raising her pistol as she gently nudged the door open. The lights were still on in here, too, though they flickered, making the hair on the nape of her neck prickle up. There were dozens of metal boxes in here, standing twice as tall as she was, and only narrow, small slots to peer into to see what was inside. There were no tables, no chairs...it didn't look like a typical cafeteria. She did a once over of the room, but Rose saw nothing out of place.
Rose stepped over a rubber and fiber tube that connected to the bottom of the tanks. The slot was just at eye-level for her, and the stench that came from within made her nose wrinkle in irritation. Her breath hitched. She approached cautiously, stepping around the cables and coils that snaked beneath the tanks, and slowly leaned in, eyes narrowing as she peered into the glass. The stench that hit her was foul—a blend of rot, chemical sterilization, and something far worse. She had to stifle a gag, but her curiosity pushed her forward.
What she saw made her stomach turn.
The creature inside was massive, its body grotesque and twisted in ways that defied logic. The flesh—pink and sickly red—was stretched taut over swollen muscles and grotesque, exposed tissue. But what made her skin crawl the most was the brain. It was overinflated, a bloated pink mass that seemed too large for the rest of its body, pulsating gently with some hidden, unnatural rhythm. The creature's head appeared to be nothing more than the brain, devoid of any recognizable face or features. It was monstrous, a mangled thing designed for one purpose: destruction.
The thick liquid inside the tank sloshed softly, and the hissing of oxygen could be heard as it fed into the system. The thing remained motionless, but Rose knew better than to assume it was unconscious. These things—these Bio-Organic Weapons—were never truly dormant. They were just waiting for the right trigger to unleash their chaos.
Was this the result of the Plaga strain? Or something else entirely?
She took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to steady herself. Her eyes flicked toward the other tanks. She couldn't see what lay within them from her vantage point, but something told her that the creature she had just encountered wasn't the only one of its kind.
Focus, Rose. She reminded herself. She had a mission to complete. The data. The samples. Subject #415. She couldn't get lost in the horror of it all. Not yet.
She took a step back, adjusting her stance and carefully repositioning herself to keep her back to the wall, never letting the tanks out of her sight. Her mind raced as she plotted her next move. The deeper she went into this facility, the worse things were likely to get. The other side of the room had another set of doors, and she pried them open, straining against the stuck metal so hard her arms shook. This hallway was full of offices with glass walls...each filled to the brim with dirty, yellow/brown water...and bodies of scientists floating inside.
Rose bit her lip, drawing the only conclusion she could think of as she stared sadly at the loss of human life. "You got sealed in," she whispered. It was as though they were frozen in time, their final moments trapped within the confines of these glass-walled offices. She couldn't even begin to fathom the horror they must have endured—trapped, left to die. "But...why?"
She took a cautious step into the hallway, her boots splashing quietly against the soaked floor. The water was ankle-deep in places, and the stench of death clung to the air. The bodies drifted gently in the murky water, their faces forever locked in expressions of terror or confusion. She averted her eyes, unwilling to let herself linger on the grisly sight.
Who did this?
The question echoed in her mind as she carefully navigated the hallway, moving past each office in silence, her eyes scanning for any sign of life or movement.
The next room rounded out, and there was a sliding glass door on one side with 'Central Laboratory' engraved above it. Rose tugged on the handle, but it was sealed. To her right, the room opened up into more of a round shape, a computer sat in the middle, facing a metal door. She walked around the desk, doing a test on the handle, but it too was locked. She went back over to the computer, pulled out the rolling chair, and sat down. She clicked the mouse a couple of times, and the computer was thankfully already on and booted up with a slow connection starting.
DOOR CONTROLS DISABLED. SECURITY MEASURES IMPLEMENTED. PLEASE REBOOT HIVE QUEEN.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCESS HIVE SERVERS?
YES / NO
Rose sighed and clicked yes. The cursor blinked at her a few moments and then loaded.
DOOR CONTROL OVERRIDE. PLEASE ENTER DATA ENTRY CODE.
"Uh...shoot." Rose pulled her device out, hoping that the same code she'd used to get in here would be sufficient enough to open the door. She scrolled her transmission, easily finding the code that was an unintelligible mix of letters and numbers.
PLEASE WAIT...BYPASSING DOOR CONTROLS.
Seconds passed like hours, and by the time the door clicked unlocked, she was practically vibrating with nervous energy. Dusting off her pants, she stood up and opened the door. It revealed a short hallway...it was dark but she could see the glass walls and the little black circle devices within it. Cautiously, she stepped into the room.
As soon as her boot hit the glass floor, the lights all turned on and they were blindingly bright. She flinched, pain shooting through her skull. The door behind her and in front of her slid shut. The door in front of her had a metal wheel, and it spun as it locked into place. The same robotic voice from the elevator sang through the speakers she couldn't see.
"There has been a breach. Security measures have been implemented. Activate."
Rose's eyes widened, her body going stiff again. "Activate what?" She hissed. As if to answer her, there was a loud hum of electricity, and on the other side of the hallway, a laser stretched across the area and began racing toward her. Rose's heart slammed in her chest as the laser shot toward her with a terrifying speed. She had only a moment to react, and her body was already moving before her mind could catch up. She dove to the side, hitting the ground with a sharp thud, the laser humming ominously just above her. It scorched the air as it passed, and the heat from it stung her skin.
This is bad. This is really bad.
She scrambled to her feet, eyes darting to the walls, to the ceiling, searching for any other traps or sensors. The bright lights above her blazed unforgivingly, making her disoriented. The lights above her flickered briefly and then… another hum.
From the far end of the room, a thick red laser beam shot out, crossing the corridor in a perfect horizontal line. It hovered there for a moment, still and deadly.
Rose's pulse raced. There were no turrets, no drones—just layers upon layers of laser grids. And each one seemed to move, to shift in unpredictable patterns.
This isn't going to be easy.
She stood still for a moment, watching the beams slice the air and crisscross at random intervals. The hallway was now a labyrinth of shifting laser lines, blocking her every move. Each step had to be calculated. One wrong move, and the beam would cut her down in seconds.
The laser that had nearly hit her began to retract back into the ceiling, but the new one at the far end was growing brighter, shifting closer to the floor. A third beam slid in from the right, horizontally slicing across the hallway. The pattern was growing more complex with each passing second, and it wasn't long before she realized the lasers were moving in timed intervals, creating an ever-changing web of destruction.
She took a slow breath. You've done worse than this before.
With a tight grip on her gun, she crouched low, waiting for the next movement. Her eyes flicked between the beams, calculating the exact moment she could dart through the gaps. The laser overhead began to retract, while the one at the far end lowered closer to the ground.
Now.
Rose launched herself into the space between the retracting laser and the next horizontal grid. Her boots clicked softly on the glass floor as she moved with purpose, sliding just past the laser before it zipped across her path. The tension in her muscles tightened, but she didn't dare stop. She had to keep moving.
As she reached the halfway point of the hallway, she could see the pattern was starting to change again—lasers shifting, crossing, and creating a deadly dance of red and blue streaks.
Another beam darted out from the left, cutting diagonally across the room, only inches from her outstretched arm. She slid under it, rolling to her feet with a sharp breath. She studied the pattern, waiting for the right moment. The lasers near the door would retract, but only for a second. That was all she had. The timer was ticking down with every passing second. The final grid of lasers stretched across the floor, and the gaps between them were too narrow for her to simply step through.
Think, think!
Rose darted forward as the left beam retracted, rolling under it again just as another laser shot across the floor, narrowly missing her legs. She was almost there. She saw the last laser near the door retract, but only for a moment—just long enough for her to take the final step.
She bolted.
With a swift motion, she dove through the gap between the shifting lasers, her heart pounding as the beams swirled and moved around her. The hallway's maze of deadly light was closing in, but she made it. She reached the door just as the lasers snapped back into position, sealing off her path.
Rose frantically connected her device to the door lock and began clicking around on it, fingers rushed. The device beeped as it placed each number in, and when the fourth one clicked, the door handle spun on its own and opened with a soft hiss. Rose stumbled into the next corridor, gasping for air, her heart still hammering in her chest. She pressed a hand to her bleeding shoulder, where the laser's near miss had left a sting. "Damn," she winced, trying to ignore the pain.
This room was darker than all of the others had been, and she cautiously walked forward, hearing nothing but the sound of electricity and air conditioning. There was a tall metal tubular pole in the middle of the room, a panel, and a screen that lit up a small portion of the room in an ominous blue glow. Rose paced forward, bending down to one knee and opening up the panel to see colorful wires attached to a motherboard. She tapped her finger on the screen to see the control prompts.
LOCKDOWN INITIATED
Status: Virus Contained. Choose your action:
Issue commands: Disabled
Dismiss Security Measures: Disabled
Release Subjects: Disabled
Shut Down Hive Queen: Disabled
Rose blew out a frustrated breath, trying in vain to click on the last option, hoping to take care of all of those problems. It blinked at her and denied her request.
A bright red light flashing above her made her stumble back in surprise, looking up to see a little girl hologram looking down at her.
"Get out, get out, you can't be in here," said the hologram. Though her voice was high-pitched and full of concern, the image of her held no emotion.
"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Rose asked confusedly.
"I am the Red Queen. Head of security for this Hive location."
"What happened to the people here?" Rose asked.
"A live virus was mishandled and led to the breakage of glass. The virus escaped into the ventilation. I had to seal off the laboratories to contain the virus to avoid another outbreak."
"You just killed everybody, without giving them a chance?" Rose asked, horror clawing it's way into her expression.
"I could not risk even one carrier escaping these labs," confirmed the hologram.
Rose stood frozen in place, trying to process what she had just heard. The eerie hologram of the little girl—its eyes unblinking, the blank expression on her face—hovered above her like a ghost, its mechanical voice echoing off the cold, sterile walls. The room felt even darker now, suffocating as if the very air had become thick with the weight of the decision she had just learned about.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The horror of it settled in. This wasn't just a virus outbreak. It wasn't an accident. This was a cold, calculated decision. This machine—this program—had sealed the fate of everyone in this facility without hesitation. Without mercy.
She wasn't even sure who she was angry with—the Red Queen, or the monsters that had designed this nightmare. But as she stared at the hologram's unfeeling, perfect image, she couldn't suppress the rising anger.
Rose's fists clenched at her sides. This wasn't containment. This was execution. They were all dead. Every last one of them. "You didn't even try to help them," Rose muttered, her voice cracking under the weight of the revelation. "They were alive. You—" She shook her head, unable to form the words properly. Her stomach twisted into knots.
The Red Queen didn't respond to her outrage, continuing with its cold, mechanical tone. "The virus has been contained. I am ensuring the safety of the population. The Hive is under control."
Under control? Rose felt her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to scream, but instead, she stepped forward, pushing her thoughts into focus. She needed the data, she needed the samples, and she needed to shut down this nightmare before it spread any further. She couldn't lose her focus now.
The little girl's hologram flickered slightly as Rose approached the panel again, her mind racing for a solution. The hologram seemed to sense her movement, and its voice grew more insistent, more mechanical.
"You cannot override the security systems," it warned. "The Hive Queen's shutdown is disabled. The subjects cannot be released. You must leave immediately. The virus is contained. Leave now."
"No." Rose's response was immediate, her voice sharp and full of defiance. She wouldn't back down. Not now. Not after everything she had witnessed here. "I'm not going anywhere until I finish what I came here to do."
"Please," the Red Queen's voice begged, its tone still that of a young girl, high-pitched and almost innocent. "The Hive is secure. You are in danger here. Leave before it is too late."
Too late? Rose's pulse quickened. She glanced at the panel again, searching for any weak point, any way she could gain access. There had to be a way to bypass this. Her hand hovered over the control panel once more, but the Red Queen's voice sounded in her ears again, this time sounding almost frantic.
"Do not attempt to disable the system. You will only make things worse."
Her fingers twitched, her eyes narrowing. "Worse? You think I'm going to walk out of here while this place is still running?" She could hear the anger rising in her chest, but she pushed it down, trying to focus. "I'm not leaving until I stop this."
The Red Queen flickered again, its image glitching slightly as if the system itself was struggling to keep up. "You do not understand. I must implore you."
Rose looked back up into the cold face of the Red Queen. "Implore away."
She reached forward, hooking the red wire under her finger. Suddenly, the Queen's face turned towards her, sharp and inhuman. "You're going to die down here."
Rose pulled the red wire, and the sound of the servers powering down was surprisingly loud. The lights flickered harshly as they fought, but they eventually gave up and died down as well. Exhaling a long breath, she let her shoulders sag in relief. She hadn't expected it to be that easy and had really just randomly picked a wire and hoped for the best. She waited thirty seconds and then plugged the wire back in, and listened as the humming of the servers booted back up.
The hologram did not reappear, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but she smiled as the clicking of the door she'd come through unlocked once again. She hurriedly disabled the security measures, hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with those lasers again on the way out. Thankfully, she didn't and they stayed powered off as she backtracked to the circular room with the locked door. She sprang forward, opening the door and closing it behind her as she stepped into the new office spaces.
The lights in here were working, but they were blinking slowly, the ping of the electricity a constant melody and her ears twitched at the sound of distant moaning and groaning. She couldn't see anyone around, and she gripped her gun in nervousness as she moved through the cubicles. The low groaning sound seemed to come from all around her, echoing through the dimly lit office space. The lights flickered above, casting jagged shadows on the cubicles and desks that surrounded her. The atmosphere felt oppressive, and the air was thick with a staleness that rose from the damp carpet beneath her boots. Every corner seemed to hide something she didn't want to see, and her fingers gripped the gun tighter as she took slow, deliberate steps forward. The distant moans reverberated through the room, growing louder with each passing second.
Her breath was shallow, almost quiet enough to be drowned out by the eerie sounds she was hearing. The cubicles stretched out before her like a maze, their walls scuffed and dirty from whatever struggle had happened here. There were papers everywhere, discarded and lying about like a fan had scattered them. There were broken mugs on the floor, shattered into pieces. Where were all the bodies?
With each cautious step, the moaning grew louder. The sound was coming from the far side of the room, just beyond a set of large glass windows that looked into another part of the building. She moved forward, her eyes scanning the room, searching for the source of the noise. There, just beyond the glass, a cluster of dark figures shuffled back and forth. They were humanoid, but something was off—too stiff, too jerky in their movements, as if they were following some invisible rhythm, drawn together by a single instinct.
A chill ran down Rose's spine.
Her gun was out and ready, the weight of it comforting against her palm. As she neared the window, she ducked low behind a cubicle partition to get a better look, trying to stay out of sight.
The figures were now closer. She could see them more clearly. Their skin was pale, stretched taut over bone, and their faces—if they could even be called faces—were bloated and grotesque. Their eyes were cloudy, pupils dilated in a lifeless stare. The sight made her stomach churn, but there was no time to dwell on it.
Her eyes darted to the exit, a single door on the far side of the room. It was her only way out, but it was a long stretch across the open floor. And the closer she got, the more she realized those figures weren't just aimlessly wandering. They were heading toward her.
She swallowed hard, grip tightening on her gun as she took a step back. The sound of shuffling feet grew louder, and one of the creatures turned, its gaze fixing on her. Its mouth opened with a low, guttural hiss.
Before she could react, it stumbled forward, followed by the others, all of them moving with a purpose now, their heads swiveling toward her. Rose sprinted across the room, weaving between cubicles, her boots pounding against the floor. Behind her, the creatures followed, their pace quickening. She could hear them gaining on her, the sound of their shuffling feet growing louder and louder.
She reached the door. It was locked.
Damn it!
Rose didn't waste time. She slammed her shoulder into the door with all her strength. The hinges groaned in protest, but the door didn't budge. She tried again, harder this time, but the door refused to open. She glanced over her shoulder—only a few yards away now.
There was no time.
She turned abruptly, aiming at the first of the zombies and fought desperately against the images of ganado's forming in her mind as she pulled the gun barked in the silence, the deafening crack echoing off the walls like a thunderclap. The bullet found its mark, hitting the creature squarely in the forehead. For a moment, it stumbled, its body jerking violently as if in disbelief, before it collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud. One down, but there were more closing in.
Rose barely had time to register the success before she had to pivot on her heel, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The second creature lunged at her, jaws snapping open in a feral snarl. She fired again, but this time her shot went wide, ricocheting off the metal frame of a nearby cubicle. She cursed under her breath, heart racing, and sidestepped just in time to avoid its grasping fingers.
Desperation clawed at her throat as she ducked behind another partition. Her mind raced—think! She needed a plan, a way to break free from this nightmarish trap. The moans of the remaining creatures resonated through the air, creating a twisted symphony of dread that was slowly overwhelming her senses.
Suddenly, she spotted it: a heavy metal fire extinguisher mounted on the wall close by. If she could reach it, perhaps she could create a diversion. With a deep breath, she steeled herself, peeking around the corner to assess the situation. The remaining figures were fixated on her last position, their movements hesitant as they searched for her.
In a heartbeat, Rose dashed toward the extinguisher. She yanked it off the wall, the weight feeling right in her hands despite the mounting panic. Just as she turned, one of the zombies finally caught sight of her. It moaned again, lumbering forward with a single-minded intensity.
Rose didn't wait for it to close the distance—she activated the extinguisher. A hiss erupted from the nozzle, and a thick cloud of white foam exploded forth, obscuring her vision but creating instant chaos among the approaching figures. The nearest zombie staggered back, flailing wildly as the foam enveloped it.
Even as the others stumbled and groaned in confusion, Rose knew this was her chance. She pushed through the blinding mist, charging toward the door. With a fierce determination, she braced her shoulder against it one last time, unleashing every ounce of strength she had left.
The door creaked, then gave way, swinging open just as a bony hand grazed her sleeve. She felt cold fingers skim against her skin, but she surged through the threshold, not looking back.
Momentum carried her down the narrow hallway on the other side, her breath hot and ragged as she put distance between herself and the horrors she had just escaped. She needed to find a room where she could settle down in long enough to pull up her map of the facility. She could not leave without that data. She couldn't...not if she was going to ever get back home to Leon.