Shannon took a deep breath of what was a mixture of relief and worry. The relieving side of things was that the door had been opened, the worrying side was that the room was pitch black. She could hear the wavering in her breath as she stepped further into the room. It made absolutely no sense to her why she thought it was sensible to keep moving but her feet had taken their own initiative and guided her into the room. She had never actually been in this room before, she only really knew where it was because of how she had a hospital map on the desk beside her whilst she was working. The layout of the interior was completely unknown to her. It was... slightly terrifying.

Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness and her hands were tightened around the oxygen tank. She was trying to follow the absurd "whirring" noise, which she assumed was coming from the machine that she had seen the doctors use to refill oxygen tanks on the lower floors. [i]What if Ryland's already dead?[/i]. Her hands trembled a little as she continued to edge towards the whirring. She continued walking - quite quickly as she was overwhelmed with urgency - until she felt her face pressed quite harshly against cold metal and a whirring noise drilled into her skull. She'd reached the contraption. She set the oxygen tank beneath her feet and made sure it was firmly held by both of her ankles. She started to feel against the wall and machine, trying to find a light switch or the nozzle that she'd have to hook the machine up to. She felt an odd shape and after groping it quite a bit she discovered it was the wall light. Her eyes stung now that she'd become accustomed to the dark and the light had rudely invaded again. She attempted to spin her body around, leaving the oxygen tank where it is so she can see around the room. As soon as she spun, there was a loud snarling noise; Shannon's first impulse was to cry out in panic. The cry in panic was within reason however, as a mutilated and disgusting - but still functioning - corpse threw himself at her. She stumbled, knocking a foot against the oxygen tank and a sharp pain stabbed into her ankle. She fell, and struggled wildly against the floor to make some distance between herself and the corpse - who was still stood. There was no way she would be able to get to the exit without the corpse being on her within seconds - she just tried her best to stay away from the "zombie" in hope that the cry she had made and the noise of her foot against the oxygen tank had been loud enough to alert Travis and the others.