Wash is pretty certain he started outside. The fact that he's been inside for hours, walking a maze of rooms for what seems like hours and occasionally having to stand stock-fucking-still in order to not be noticed by mannequin amalgamates that look like they skittered straight out of Silent Hill, is starting to make him doubt his chances of ever getting back outside.

He sees something on his motion tracker and presses his back to a wall, going completely still in case it's another horrifying doll abomination taking a midday stroll.