"Are you serious?" Spencer asked, sounding exhausted as she stood in the waiting area by the nurses station at the hospital. "They're results from a physical, how did they get sent to the morgue?"
The girl behind the counter only shrugged. "It happens. I have a lot of paperwork back here, okay? Come back in an hour and I'll have it for you."
Spencer shifted from tired to stressed in an instant. "No, no- I need it now. I have to have it faxed over to the university by six at the latest. I know you're busy, but- What if you just called down there? I could pick it up myself," she offered.
The girl behind the counter seemed unsure, then shrugged. "Sure, okay. What's your name again?"
Sighing with relief, Spencer smiled. "Hastings, Spencer. Do you need me to spell it? I can write it down, or..."
The girl waved her off, shaking her head. "It's fine, whatever, just go, I'll tell them you're coming."
Spencer wasted no time dashing off towards the lift, glad to find it empty as the doors slid shut and she rode it down. The morgue was one level up from the basement, about halfway underground, and though the hospital upstairs was bright an modern, they'd clearly not bothered with that sort of polish and shine down here.
To her left there was a small office that she assumed would be for security, but it sat empty- In fact, the whole floor seemed empty and dark.
"Hello?" she called out, moving slowly as she made her way down the narrow hall, peeking into narrow windows in search of someone who could help her. She was about to turn back and give up when she heard a door at the end of the hall swing open and shut. Taking off, she walked briskly towards it, slipping through the double doors- Only to find herself in a room full of tiny doors. ...It was the cold storage room.
"Hello?" she tried again- Though instead of being greeted by silence this time, there was a banging sound, followed by flickering lights.
"It's nothing," she whispered to herself. "Nothing's wrong, it's just an old building with a crappy backup generator. You're fine, everything's fi-"
She cut herself off with a gasp as a familiar black hooded figure peered into the room. From where she stood she could see they were fussing with the door, though she couldn't see what they were doing exactly.
Cautiously, Spencer stepped closer, trying to get a better look- But the figure kept their face well hidden, and in an instant they were taking off. Frowning, Spencer tried the door, only to find it locked.
"Are you kidding me?" she snapped. "Great, mildly inconvenienced by A," she muttered, looking around for another way out. Unfortunately the only other door was to a small office, which appeared to be home to a computer from the early 90's, a dead phone, and a pack of gum. Her cell phone was no use either, claiming to have no signal at all.
"Damn it," she muttered, shivering a bit as the cold started to cut through her slightly. ...Actually, was it her imagination, or was it getting colder? She could see her breath now, and she was certain she couldn't when she'd first come in.
"Hello?" she called out again, banging on the door, then looking around and spotting a vent. It was far too tight to climb through, but it looked like it possibly vented to the street outside.
"Someone help, please! Help!" she yelled, hoping someone, anyone, would hear her as the temperature continued to drop at a rapid rate.
The doors rattled again, and when she turned to look she could see that A was back, watching her and starting to unlock the doors.
Had A come back to finish her off? Spencer wasn't about to find out, and she grabbed the sharpest thing she could find, arming herself and praying she could get past A before A managed to grab her.
Her heart was pounding, and what happened next happened so fast it almost didn't seem real. The doors flew open and A charged in. Spencer, though shaking and frozen to her core, managed to shove a steel trolley in A's way and dodge past them, taking off down the hall and through another set of double doors.
Glancing back, she could see A coming towards her, and she screamed as she reached a pair of heavy metal doors. Yanking them open, she was greeted by fresh air and an empty parking lot- Though she didn't dare stop there. Instead she kept running, the blade still clutched tightly in her hand and terror on her face as she ran right into someone less than half a block away.
(OTA! Feel free to have had your pup have heard Spencer screaming and freaking out in the hospital, or to have them simply encounter her on the street. Either way, she probably looks like a crazy person right now.)