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You kindly ask about what kinds of things happened- and she simply gives you a look of utter disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding me-- you don't remember? Do you remember anything?" 

After taking a moment to explain your situation to her, Janessa sighs.

"A virus. I don't... really know how else to explain it. Everyone's either dead, or... something else entirely. I don't think you should stay here. You're infected, and..."

"There's no cure."

>Ask if she could explain what she means by 'one of them'? What's wrong with your eyes? You want to know too, after all.

You refuse, not until you find out what's really going on.

She seems a bit surprised that you asked.

"Uhm, my name's Janessa," She begins. "I've been here for a while... I keep seeing and hearing things outside, and all of this has me so scared I can't even go back to sleep. I want to get out, but at the same time I... kind of don't- not after the weird shit that went down."

She still seems very alarmed, but she remains put.

You do just that, and after a moment of hesitating you lean in closer to the door to check around for the source of the voice.

"You! Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here. You've got to help me."

A relatively normal looking girl approaches the door, looking incredibly distressed.

"I don't want to be stuck in here when they come back, I-"

There's a pause, and her eyes widen as she finally takes the time to look you over.

"Your eyes, you- you're one of them, aren't you? I knew it was too good to be true, everyone else- I'm stuck here! Get away from me- get out of here!" 

As you start towards the door, someone- or something- stirs within the room. There's a moment of quiet, and then a faint "Hello?" Reaches your ears. The voice sounds oddly female, but you aren't sure if you imagined it or if that was what you really heard.

Then you hear it again, a bit louder this time.

"Hellooo?"

Look here- another hallway, more doors.

You take a quick peek out the screen into the room beyond.

It... seemed safe enough.

>Cautiously open door. / >SHOW THAT DOOR WHO'S BOSS

You don't exactly show the door who's boss... but you do turn the handle and open it, like a normal person. Crazy, huh?

Taking one final glance around the room, you cross the room towards the door with the "supply room" nameplate, however upon attempting to open the door you realize it's locked.

No need for the yelling, you heard it the first time!

You start with the cabinet on the far left, and open them carefully.

It contains a whole lot of nothing. Exciting.

The cabinet to the right of the previously locked one contains a whole lot of nothing, too-

You're hesitant to open the final set, though. A bloody hand print couldn't have been a very good sign. Eventually setting aside all concerns, you reach out slowly with trembling hands and grip the handles.

Here goes nothing, you think as you swing the cabinet doors open.

That in it's self was pretty self-explanatory.

You can't help but wonder for a moment though if the finger on the counter was used as a makeshift pen of sorts. You weren't even sure if there would be enough blood to-

Yep, that's a lock alright.

Much to your luck, however, the small silver key you picked up fits perfectly into the padlock! You turn the key slowly and hold your breath as the chains fall away.

Nothing much to see there, really. Just another key and some... documents? You take the time to pick them up and read through them.

The first seems to be a letter.

You can't seem to make much sense of it. Why are you in here in the first place- and medication? What medication? And why couldn't you remember?

Frustrated with your lack of understanding, you move to the next paper. It's a photograph.

You're trying to, but this entire ordeal is still really unsettling.

That would be a severed finger.

Who's? You have no idea. But someone's walking around with one finger less.

Gross.

This?

A note indeed.

This one's most definitely a brain. Not quite as fancy or detailed as the one beside it, but it's... yeah, it's a brain.

And this one- It takes a bit of staring before you realize that it is, in fact, a diagram of an eye.

You reach out and feel around beside the door, and eventually your fingers brush over something relatively light switch-shaped. Flipping it, the light flickers on and you can now see your surroundings clearly.

A sink, counter, cupboards, and two doors on the opposite end of the room. One says "Supply Room" and the other is unlabeled. You put your hammer away when you notice there's no potential threat in the room.

Or so you hope, anyway.