Carmen leaned against the wall of the small closet, the smell of bleach and cleaning products burning into her nose. The last thing she remembered was being hit across the head with a crowbar after entering an empty therapy room. Fingers gingerly touching the bleeding spot on the back of her head she flinched, how was she not unconscious due to a concussion. Or dead. There were foosteps in the hallway and she immediately kicked into action. Banging on the door she called out, "Is anybody there? Please! Let me out!" Carmen pounded on the inside of the door with her fists. "Please! Someone!"
Carmen hadn't signed up for this, she wanted to volunteer for college credits. That was it. What had happened for this place to go to utter shit? All she wanted to do was go home, and forget the mutilated faces of some of the patients.