The drum stopped sometime in the early morning. Gerald and I immediately met up outside my house. I decided to bring Snowy along, much to Gerald’s dismay. He thought she’d get in the way. He said that I should have a “real dog” in this situation, not a miniature Dachshund.
I told him to be more secure with himself.
We went in the front doors of the hospital. There were smashed ambulances and police cars inside the turnaround. The sliding automatic doors had been shattered and torn off their tracks. Ivy had grown into the entrance and taken over the wooden concierge. We could see well enough in the lobby with the sunlight. The hallways to the elevators and stairs were completely dark. We both had flashlights. Mine was small and black, and taped to the end of my shotgun. A girl with Down Syndrome had given me the flashlight during Christmas last year at the bank. I would take those cheap suckers you give kids and rubber-band them together into a bouquet for her.
I wonder if she was still alive.
We found broken glass and blood everywhere as we explored the hospital. The hallways were full of reflective surfaces. We made sure not to let our flashlights linger over them as we walked. The monsters already knew we were alive, which was a depressingly real acceptance. Still, we didn’t want to walk through the hallways being examined by faceless shadows.
I carried Snowy in my backpack when we walked up the stairs. There was too much random debris and I didn’t want her to fall. There was blood along the walls, huge smears of it. People must’ve been trapped inside with them.
What a place to be when the drum started.
We explored the top two levels and didn’t find anyone or anything. The halls were dried with blood. There was a mess of furniture, tools, stretchers, and papers around each corner. The ICU was empty, along with the cardiac wing. There were no pictures, emergency lights, or signs of occupation. The supplies were either smashed or absent. Gerald realized that when the army came through here, they had probably raided it for the upcoming battle. The hospital didn’t look pillaged though, it looked completely mutilated.
There was no mercy here.
The exploration was extremely tedious, even with Snowy running to each room as our little scout. Plus, it was ungodly warm inside the hospital. We decided to explore the basement and main level tomorrow
When we left the hospital, I thought I heard a banging sound in the basement.
I hope it was just my imagination.
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