Manson ducked his head down while he ran, as though that'd help him run faster. Whilst doing so however, he'd lost his sense of direction. He looked up, and noticed he was alone. He swerved his head to the right, there were just trees, it looked like it was something you'd see from a horror film. He couldn't place it but the trees gave off some kind of eerie feeling, he swore he could feel someone staring at him, observing him as though he were some foreign object. He turned his head to the left and could see the door he had been aiming for. He brushed his hand through his hair as a quiver went up his spine. God, he hated being alone, nonetheless in whatever type of place this is. He started walking to the door.

Manson ducked his head low as he entered the hospital. He gave a crooked smile as he stood up straight "Man, this place's creepier than I thought," he said, glancing around the room, taking in his surroundings. The walls had graffiti all over them, it didn't seem very sinister. Maybe a place a bunch of teens'd bust into for kicks... Wait, that's what they were doing. Even though it didn't look extremely creepy, the lobby still gave him that feeling of being watched that the forest had given him. He heard a rumble coming from within the hospital but dismissed it immediately. [i]Must be the building shifting around or something[/i] He thought to himself. It looked like everybody was ready to keep going. [i]Heh, I better watch myself, they could have left me in a heartbeat.[/i] "Did I miss anything exciting?" He asked anyone in the group willing to answer.