text: [Themes: psychic, laboratory, medical, gender-neutral protagonist, profanity]
  
  > look around
  Laundry, Mt Airy Hospital (in the laundry bin)
  Crumpled white sheets fill an enormous laundry bin underneath the chute's entrance - a great relief, since those sheets were dense enough to competently break your fall. You're currently inside the laundry bin, but you can see the rest of the room well enough. There is no mistaking the purpose of this room. Industrial washers and dryers line the walls of this room. The room stinks of offal, blood and bleach all at the same time. On the east wall, a large sink made of heavy-duty steel sits, but its long faucet is bent at a peculiar angle and it is missing both handles. A particularly large laundry machine looms at the end of the row.
  
  There's a human skeleton lying on the tiled floor. It's wearing a very clean lab coat.
  
  An open door leads south out of the room.
  
  > Go outside
  You get out of the laundry bin.
  
  Laundry, Mt Airy Hospital
  There is no mistaking the purpose of this room. Industrial washers and dryers line the walls of this room, and three canvas-walled carts filled with dirty linens squat awaiting their purpose. The room stinks of offal, blood and bleach all at the same time. On the east wall, a large sink made of heavy-duty steel sits, but its long faucet is bent at a peculiar angle and it is missing both handles. A particularly large laundry machine looms at the end of the row.
  
  There's a human skeleton lying on the tiled floor. It's wearing a very clean lab coat.
  
  An open door leads south out of the room.
  
  You can also see a laundry bin (in which is a heap of soiled sheets) here.
  
  > look at the faucet
  Even if the sink had working handles, the sharp angle at which this faucet is bent would render it useless anyway.
  
  > take the faucet
  Tugging on the faucet has no effect; whatever bent this must have been a tremendous force.
  
  > go to the east
  The only obvious exit is south through a doorway into a hall.
  
  > go to the south
  Basement Hall, Mt Airy Hospital
  Like the hallways upstairs, this hall has fluorescent lighting, dull off-white walls, and tiled floors, but the basement is clearly less cared-for. Grime coats the frosted covers of the overhead lights, causing the peeling walls and tiled floors to look shadowed and ugly. The laundry room's large entrance to the north opposes the boiler room door to the south. To the west, an elevator's doors stand open.
  
  An open door leads north into the laundry room.
  
  A swollen corpse with visibly broken limbs lies between the elevator doors, blocking them from closing.
  
  > examine the corpse
  The battered body of this older man is swollen and purple with bruising, and his limbs bend in more places than they should. Drying blood marks his nostrils, lips, eyes, and earholes.
  
  > move it
  You get behind the corpse, set your hands under his shoulder, and shove. You can feel his broken shoulderblades and ribs shifting as he moves, but you manage to get him out from between the elevator doors.
  
  > Go south
  You open the boiler room door.
  
  Boiler Room, Mt Airy Hospital
  A single incandescent bulb behind a metal cage provides harsh yet inadequate light to this room. A maze of large pipes runs along the ceiling. Most of said pipes lead to a large boiler that squats in front of you, easily taking up three quarters of the small room's real estate. A door to the north leads back to the hallway.
  
  A metal box with a glass surface is mounted on the wall, a fire axe tantalizingly close.
  
  > Examine box
  A sudden wave of dizziness overwhelms you. As you stumble and steady yourself in the doorway, a roaring fills your ears, and grayness clouds your vision.
  
  Through the grayness, you see that the room is hideously spattered with gore, particularly the wall behind the boiler. Amid the less recognizable chunks, you spot a bloodsoaked leather dress shoe, a cracked cell phone, and a shredded lab coat.
  
  Your vision clears and the roaring fades. The blood, the half-identified body parts, the shoe - all have vanished.
  
  It's a metal box containing a pristine, solid steel fire axe. The glass on the front shows the words, "In case of emergency, break glass." With what, a fire axe?
  
  In the metal box is a fire axe.
  
  > examine the pipes
  The harsh light barely illuminates a maze of large metal pipes, most of which lead to the large boiler in the center of the room.
  
  > touch the pipes
  Upon contact, your fingers convulse tightly around the pipe. The pipe groans, a sound that resonates not only through the boiler room, but through your bones and your skull. Your fingers slacken....
  
  As your outer eyes close, your inner eye opens. Dimly, you perceive your body rebounding from the pipes to crumple on the floor, but you're not there any more.
  Press any key to continue.
  
  Fleeting impressions flash through your awareness. It's hard to orient yourself. You're running - banging helplessly at an elevator button that doesn't respond - turning desperately down the hall. Fleeing down a set of stairs. Thoughts pelt past with the same speed as your running footsteps, rasp through you like your hard-stolen breaths. Grasping for inner purchase, you come up with a name:
  
  Leon Shaunessy.
  
  With the name comes identity:
  
  Neurologist, Corona Laboratories, Mount Airy division. Father of two, divorcee of one, lover of good scotch and handwritten letters and speedcubing. Probably the world's leading expert in the effects of Naegleria splendens, though it doesn't mean a good goddamned thing now....
  
  His perceptions are yours, his thoughts rush through you, and his fear contaminates you as he runs down the hall, stumbles through the door, and slams it shut. You look and see:
  
  Until today, you had never visited the facility's boiler room. A single incandescent bulb behind a metal cage provides a harsh yet inadequate light, and a maze of large pipes runs along the ceiling. Most of the pipes lead to a large boiler that squats in front of you, easily taking up three quarters of the small room's real estate. In the rear of the room, an oversized exhaust fan with wide blades stands unmoving.
  
  A loud, electronic buzz permeates this room.
  
  The door to the east is closed, but there's no lock. You've got to bar it somehow.
  
  > search pipes
  You find nothing of interest.
  
  You think you hear something outside the door, and your strained nerves shriek. If the door isn't barred, the horrors could come straight in after you. You can't possibly hold the door shut with muscle power alone.
  
  > look at the pipes
  The pipes run all over the room, most eventually reaching the boiler. Two red pipes run parallel to the door. A pipe that seems to be loose from the rest of the framework is wedged in the fan at the room's south side.
  
  Your heart is beating so fast it could burst. You urgently need to block the door somehow.
  
  > take the pipe
  (the loose  pipe)
  You grab the loose length of pipe and pull hard on it. After a few tries, you hear a groaning noise, and the pipe suddenly breaks free. You stumble backward with the pipe. The fan blades, now loose, resume their rotation, turning in a slow circle. The buzzing in the room stops, becoming a low hum instead. Something about the humming resonates through your mind, dizzying you....
  
  In the moment of your dizziness, Leon moves with no prompting. Heart pounding, he slides the metal pipe behind the pair of red pipes, resting it on the pipe bend and the door's handle. The door is effectively barred shut.
  
  The fan's rotation gently increases in speed, causing a breeze to waft through the room.
  
  > examine the fan
  It's an almost comically large exhaust fan, six feet in diameter and with blades about a foot wide. While the room may get hot because of the boiler, the fan seems a bit larger than is necessary. The fan is currently spinning.
  
  The fan continues to turn. Your hair moves in the strengthening breeze.
  
  > check your inventory
  You're wearing a dirt-smeared lab coat and a security badge and carrying a Samsung cell phone. In sum, you have absolutely nothing of use.
  
  The fan's rotation picks up speed, causing the breeze to increase in intensity. You brush hair from your face.
  
  > examine the badge
  Corona operates on a magnetic security badge system instead of physical locks. This is your badge, complete with a rather august photo, which allows you to open any doors in the secure Corona area of the Corona building.
  
  Of course, you're not exactly in the secure Corona area now, nor would you want to be (he remembers the jointed, steel-legged spider crouching to fit through a doorway, blood streaking its legs to half their height - then pushes the idea sharply out of his mind).
  
  The hum of the fan's motor has become increasingly loud, and it shows no indication of stopping. Dust is dragged from the ground and sucked through the fan.
  
  Some internal alarm rouses you, and you struggle for identity. This is not you. Leon Shaunessy is not you..
  
  > examine the cell phone
  The cell phone is off, its screen dark.
  
  The Samsung cell phone is currently switched on.
  
  The fan's blades are now a blur. It's getting harder to breathe in here. The pipe rattles in the door, drawn, like all loose objects, toward the fan.
  
  He's going to die. You can feel his death coming.
  
  > get the pipe
  (the barricade pipe)
  You don't dare take the loose pipe away; it's the only thing separating you from the nightmare outside.
  
  As the fan's speed continues to increase, you find it difficult to maintain your footing. You realize with despair that the horror has found you after all, and tricked you into trapping yourself with it.
  
  Not you. This isn't your death - it's his.
  
  You struggle your way to the door and grasp the length of loose pipe, trying to remove it from the door and make it out of this wind tunnel. Just as you grab the pipe, the suction becomes too powerful. Your shoes lift from the ground and you find yourelf holding onto the pipe for dear life as the fan cuts a deadly whirlwhind behind you.
  
  > get the pipe
  (the barricade pipe)
  Leon doesn't respond to your suggestion. He's too busy clinging to the pipe.
  
  After a few seconds, his grip, slick with nervous sweat, begins to fail. His fingers lose their strength. Suddenly he is torn free, his body falling sideways through the air for a few long moments before striking the fan. The powerful blades churn Leon Shaunessy's body into a paste, spraying the wall behind with gore.
  
  In the instant before death, you rip your consciousness free of his. Leon Shaunessy is dead, but you are still alive.
  Press any key to continue.
  
  > Y.
  You sense it.