"Well, I made it in but got no way out." Jessie thinks to herself looking out of the window, seeing her one-way ticket in is now laying in the overgrown grass below.

Jessie pulls out her phone, just to make sure she can make any calls out for help. Pressing the bottom button on her phone, it glows to show her background(a character from a favorite anime) and looking at the tiny info bar on the top right reveals that she has zero services.

"Fuck me." Jessie curses to herself, worried that she might be trapped in. She bites her lips to calm down, then taking a deep breath of the dank air.

Muttering to herself, she reassures herself that she's in and this hospital is hers to explore. With that in mind, it did cheer her up and puts leaving on the back of her mind for now. Inside the abandoned room, the setting sunlight reveals that its a patient room with its ancient equipment scattered about. Jessie looks around the room to see if there's anything of interest, though it's just trashed. Heading out of the room to the hallway, she plans that she should start out exploring on the first floor. She pulls out her flashlight and turns it on and sheds light into the darkness of the hall and proceeds.

Walking down the hall like and tomb raider going down a massive crypt, Jessie shines her light around, looking for the stairs and anything of interest she can examine when she comes back up here(or if she can't help it, now). The hospital's interiors are in shambles from decades of neglect, the air is dank and dust covers a think layer of objects that laying about. The walls are defiled in graphic and obscene graffiti, saying offensive messages, crude drawings of penises, and rough pentagrams are decorated throughout. Seeing that there are spots of mold growths on the wall as if it's some alien growth, Jessie puts on her respirator. With her double-filtered mask on, she breathes in the plastic scent to protect her from the toxic spores.

Going down the wasted hallway, she does pass a room labeled as the "operating room" and with a title like that she wants to see what it contains badly.

"What kind of surgeries went on in a place like this, with a bloody history and reputation of misery." Jessie thought to herself.

But the plan is to start off downstairs and work her way up, her usual mode of operation when she explores. She stops in front of the rusty metal doors of the operation room and wondered what it might contain, but had to save it for later. After a few more turns in the winding hallway, she finds the stairs of the fire exit next to elevators that been dead for decades. Climbing down the stairs to the first floor, with the peeling paint on the decaying walls Jessie thought she could be descending down to the underworld.

Now on the first floor, she goes to what would have been the reception area or what's left of it. Its original layout would have reminded her of a hotel reception area, but time without anyone to care left it in a husk. Like most areas of the building, the walls were either breaking apart or covered in filthy graffiti. One corner of the room was filled with rubble that has fallen from the floor above, with a large hole that someone could fall through if they're not careful. A large long desk that dominates one side of the room with smashed computer terminals on top, though these were way older than anything used by today. She goes behind the desk and sees if there's anything of note, other than old trash and some probably leftover personal objects there wasn't anything of interest. She sees a box where keys would have been left and go over to it. She wasn't going to take and keep them for herself, just take a few in case she runs into any locked rooms but put them back into the box when she's done.

Unforutanly for Jessie, the box was empty other than cobwebs and dried bug remains. A bit let down that there are no keys that could help her, as she's certain there would be plenty locked doors. But turning her attention to the rest of the room, looking around elsewhere in the reception area she sees the couch where people would wait for love ones and old books and dusty magazines to keep them entertained in a time before cellphones. Jessie picked a few up and read through them, a bit intrigued to look through some articles of the time. Putting them down, she finds a map for the first floor on the wall behind the large desk with computers. She studies it a bit, and while her phone was worthless in contacting the outside world it still had its uses. She uses the camera app on it and takes a picture of the map for future reference. The phone makes a big flash of light throughout the darkness and saved an image of the map on her phone. She looks at the real map one last time and decides her first stop will be the cafe.

She makes it to the cafe, entering a large room filled rows upon rows of long tables that have little round chairs for them. Wandering down them, like if she was going down the pews of a church, she goes up the the the serving section where lunch ladies would sloop "food" onto the trays for patients. She going around where the servers would be, she goes down the food aisle and looks through all the empty pots where barely edible food would be. A doorless doorway leads to the kitchen, which was in a mess with cooking devices, pots, pans, and other utensils that were strewn all about along with piles of food trays stacked high. While she looked around, she finds a few interesting things like cookbooks, recipe papers, and minor notes that the chefs probably used to remind each other of things. Though reading some of the notes and letters, Jessie quickly picked up that the cooking staff probably didn't get along. Judging by the foul language and horrid names they referred to each other.

Deciding that's all there is for the eating area, Jessie heads back out into the hallways and looks for the next room to go into. walking down and flashing her light around, she sees something really particular. Going to it and investigating, it seems to be a rusty metal door but it was encased deep into the wall as if hidden behind it when the hospital was running. The door had the message "The Devil Lives in Here!" in red paint along with a chicken scratch pentagram, which really enticed her curiosity.

"Why there be a hidden door inside of the wall?" Jessie whispered to herself. "And why is the "devil" in there" Jessie humored herself, wondering what that could mean.

She goes up to the door and sees that there's a coded lock door handle, and tries to jiggle it in hope that it's been unlocked. Frustratingly, someone locked it before everyone left the premises decades ago. Stepping back and looking at it, she lets out an annoyed sigh as she's sure she will never find the code now. It was probably lost in time and buried with the remaining staff.

THUMP!

Jessie jumps as a loud thud is heard somewhere on the first floor, frighting her as it broke the total silence of the building. Jessie hides behind the wall cave-in while turning her light off and keeping an ear out, but she didn't hear anything. She stays there for minutes, still no sign of any other intruders. she thinks to herself it could either be meth heads squatters or even ghosts. Either of which Jessie really didn't want to mess with, but there was no other sign of trouble for a couple more minutes. She didn't hear any footsteps or voices as the building returned to be dead silent. maybe it was just something that fell over by itself, and just happened to do it tonight. Jessie takes a deep breath and continues to look and but goes out and tries to search the source, which might to her regret.