Lucy looked to Clark motioning for him to follow her. Smiling as they had finally reached safety. Letting out a sigh of relief she smiled. "We made it Clark. We should be safe here." She whispered out the door towards him. Going down the stairs towards the main floor of the factory she smiled loving the smell of old papers and machines. Something about them seemed to calm her. Looking around she blinked at the smells filling her nose. Blood, death, and starting to rot corpses. Something wasn't right. Pulling free her daggers she starts to scan the place hiding behind or under machines.