ring, ring [Exemplary]

[Albert Wesker]

With a lurch, he started forward. To the far wall of the room, resting one hand against it for support as he moved along it. The door along the wall was smashed completely off its hinges, lying out in the hall beyond. Reinforced, metal, not an easy thing to break. "Curious...smashed it outward from here..." he noted. "Clearly whatever was in here didn't like its lodgings." It was definitely something to keep in mind. Whatever smashed apart a door like that, if it was still in here, would be a serious threat. In his current condition, and armed as he was with only his sidearm, it was doubtful he would be able to actually contend with it. He'd have to avoid it, and flee if he came across it, much as the prospect was like a knife to his pride.

Wearily, Wesker reached for his pistol, holstered under his long coat. In its tattered state, there was a long rent in the material, from the shoulder down to nearly the ribs. The weapon was visible to keen eyes, which would have been more of a cause for disgruntlement in a situation less abundantly grim and isolated. He drew it out, weighing it in his hand to do a quick count of its ammunition. Empty. He grimaced at that, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he fished through his ruined coat for one of the pockets still intact enough, and eventually produced another magazine. Ejecting the spent one from his weapon, he loaded the fresh one, and discarded the empty.

When that was sorted, he pushed forward again. Through the ruined doorway, and out into the hall. Red emergency lights were flashing, and the ringing of the siren was more pronounced out here. A dull droning voice repeated its announcement about the impending detonation. That was going to be an irritation, but he would put up with it. Not as if he had much choice in the matter.

A quick look down the hall revealed it ended shortly to his left, bearing a massive set of steel doors. A computer terminal sat to their right, the screen lit up and active. To the right, the hallway went onward, reaching a T-intersection and sporting a map on the wall. Just what he was looking for. Making note of the sealed door and its terminal for later, he turned to trudge down the hall to the diagram affixed to the wall at the intersection. He reached up a hand to smooth back his bedraggled hair, pushing it out of his face to study the map carefully, for a map it was.

"How convenient...I seem to be directly adjacent to the emergency exit." He glanced back over his shoulder at the sealed doors before returning his attention to the map. "And it seem I woke up in the medical room...odd place for it." He took some of his precious time to memorize the map, until the droning, automated voice intoned that the countdown had reached the nine minute mark. With a sigh of resignation, he reached up to tear the map down, carefully liberating it from the wall. Better to have it with him than try to memorize it in his state, under these conditions.

With some guidance in hand, he turned to head for the emergency exit, delicately folding the map to stow it in a pocket of his coat. Time to see if this was going to be easy or irritatingly difficult.