It had all been a mistake. She had been warned about working under her mentor in the hospital around all those dangerous men. She had been mostly there for when the female ward was still in tact, but that had been disbanded over a month ago. When they realized the effects of the machine worked better for males of course that's all they cared about. For her own safety, even though she was just a tech and nurse, she dressed as a male, even cut her hair short and practiced makeup to help make her look more masculine, she even bound every day. It got to the point that most of the doctors started to forget who she was, especially the new ones. This was good, she didn't want to lose this job. However, as she started to notice that her mentor Waylon was starting to be...suspicious she had to choose to ignore it. She had to.

Today she followed him to the main machine room to watch him fix something with the computers. She didn't fully understand what it did, she had never been given the ok to be told. Probably something about men thinking women can't hold secrets. So this was the first time seeing it in person and it was rather...breath taking. She stood behind him as he worked in some codes, watching intently until the sound of yelling brought her attention to the scene in front of them. A naked male, she was used to seeing them by now, was being forced towards one of the spheres.

"Pay attention, Rebecca," Waylon said, though his voice was a bit shakey. He had been acting rather odd lately, like something bothered him. She obeyed and watched him slowly start typing away again.

Slam!

The man was standing at the glass, his eyes pleading, "Please. You have the power to stop this!"

She took a step back, watching as the guards pulled the yelling man back and forced him into one of the spheres in front of the big machine. She forgot the name of it, Waylon seemed to like to keep her in the dark about a lot of things. She sort of preferred it that way sometimes. She watched him finish and took a few notes about some things she hadn't seen him use before. The machine before them seemed to light up and they were told to leave. She followed behind him before he stopped and turned to smile at her.

"Why don't you go get us a snack? It's been a long day."

He handed her some change and she nodded. A few minutes passed and she was walking back towards his office when she heard something. She silently pressed her back against the wall. Her eyes widened. Someone was threatening Waylon! She slowly peeked around the corner and watched with shaking hands as they knocked him unconscious. She didn't know what to do. She heard him mention putting him in...in that horrible machine. She had treated some of the women that had been in there. No...she had to tell someone.

"Hey! You!"

"Shit."

She dropped the chips and darted down the hallway. She heard them running after her, but she knew this place like the back of her hand. She took a sharp left and slid into the laundry hamper. She fell for a short while but luckily for her the laundry had run on time today. She grunted as she hit it and was dazed for a short moment before she heard them open the hamper above her. She was quick as she rolled until she hit the bottom of the cart and rolled out, using the pile of overflow to cover herself.

"Check down there. No telling where his assistant went."

She rolled into the darkness and looked around for somewhere to hide. Then she got an idea. She rummaged through the clothes and found a jumpsuit that was near her size. She was quick to change into it, stuffing her clothing in the furnace. She grabbed some dirt and slapped it on her face and ruffled her hair so it was unkempt looking. She walked out of the door and made her gait rather slow and twitchy. Once she saw the guards coming her way she cowered next to the wall, mumbling to herself like she had seen the other men do in their cells.

They ran past her but one stopped.

"You go on ahead. This idiot got out some how."

He grabbed her arm roughly and she just kept mumbling. She couldn't believe she was getting away with this..so far.

She was shoved into a cell and she had to catch herself on the wall. The door was slammed shut and she was left with only a small amount of light coming through the cracks in the door.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she had at least gotten some sleep. What else could she have done? All she knew was that once she woke up to alarms blaring all around. She sat up and heard the distinct sound of people screaming and banging on walls. Her green eyes narrowed when she noticed that the lights were flickering and that a shadow had stopped in front of her door. She scrambled back against the wall as the door was all but pried open revealing one of the patients. He had a wicked smile as he spoke in glee.

"We're free! We're FREE," he exclaimed before he ran off laughing like the maniac he was. She would have laughed if she wasn't so immensely confused. Free? What did he mean by that.

She was cautious, stepping out. All of the doors were open and oh god...blood. Blood was everywhere!. She turned and she wretched. She couldn't stand blood but here she was standing in a pool of it and now her vomit. She shuddered as she wiped her mouth and gasped. Standing in front of her was another varient. He was deformed slightly and he was twitching.

"Tiny man should run," he said in a giggle. "Run and hide. Stay alive. Tiny cute man. RUN!"

She stumbled back and scrambled to her feet before darting the opposite direction. She didn't know if it was a threat or not, but she wasn't going to stick around to find out. She ran down the hall then down the stairs. All around her was death and screaming. She dodged a chair that had been thrown and sobbed as she headed for the exit. Good lord what had happened?!