She was almost there, another few junctions and she should be near another hatch that would allow her to get into the Terrosphere. She hoped that everyone would remember what the building looked like. After all they did use cadavers for their research on the virus. They needed it, and since the tissues were technically dead the virus couldn't spread unless there had been some incident with a needle, and any time there was it was always reported immediately.<br/><br/>Still she knew the grisly scene that would likely await those who got there before her. The place was the perfect birthing ground for the virus, but it was also perfectly contained against the spread. It was why she had chosen that place to go. Aside from all of the amenities it had it would make a great place for them to stay until help arrived, whenever that was. They would have enough food to supply them if they rationed it well enough, and enough water to last them for a year.<br/><br/>Moving slowly through the tunnel she came to a ladder. If she remembered the schematics correctly she would be a few hallways away from the Terrosphere if she surfaced here. She hadn't heard or witnessed any sign of infected humans, it should be safe enough. Looking around one last time she slid the strap of the gun over her shoulder before she placed her hands onto the rungs of the ladder. Carefully she stepped up, up again and pushed her fingers hesitantly through the metallic grating. Pushing upward she opened the cover for the man hole.<br/><br/>Pulling herself out she turned carefully and sat onto the floor before swinging her legs free and closing the grate silently. Moving to sit on her knees she slid her weapon back in front of herself, panning it around as she'd been trained, looking for any signs of the infected. Moving her right foot out and planting it firmly, she shifted her weight and stood. Keeping close to the wall she started down the last stretch of the hallways towards her final destination.