It was deep black, absolutely impenetrable darkness around Mina. Such darkness, her eyes could see nothing, not even her body. Was she awake? Still in a dream? That endless dream she had for so long?
But no, it was different than before. She was conscious, more so than she had been all this time. The air felt different, cold and empty, hollow almost. Her skin was freezing cold and a strange noise sounded from somewhere to her side. 
After a while of thinking where she was and why she was here, the whirring and buzzing noise to her side got on her nerves. With difficulty she managed to open her eyes and woke up to a gruesome sight. 

She was on a bed in what used to be a plain white room with a window on the south and a small counter across from the bed she lay on. What she looked at though, wasn't a white clean room, it was a room filled with death.
The once clean white tiles were covered with blood, splattered everywhere, even on the ceiling. Corpses lay scattered across the room, broken and shattered, impaled with clear white spikes or simply torn apart. She realized she herself was also covered in blood, as well as the bed she lay on, her pale white skin covered with the red substance. A shiver ran up her skin as she realized she had something to do with this. Why else would she be unharmed?

She scrambled off the bed, only to collapse on the blood covered ground, unable to walk. She didn't know how long she had been here, but it had been long enough to weaken her muscles to the point of not being able to support her weight.
She shot a glare at the nearest corpse, before nearly jumping (if she was able to) up when something tapped against her legs. What seemed to be a long white tail protruded from the base of her spine, it had flicked in reaction to her annoyance. Mina stared at it in wonder for a few minutes before trying to regain control over her muscles.

She sat on the ground for a long time, before she could finally move onto her knees and crawl around a bit. It was tiring, but she had to get out of here.
She found a metal pipe, cut clean off the ceiling somewhere, laying around on the ground. She used it to get onto her feet and support her weight, making her able to move around, be it slowly.
She found a piece of broken glass and ripped off a piece of fabric from the hospital gown she was wearing, wrapping it around the sharp object and carrying it around as she made her way outside and onto the hallway of the unknown building she was in.