Day 392

It was a hospital but people didn't come here to get better.
They came because, out of all the city, it was the safest place to hide.
As far as hospitals go it was enormous, its corridors a vast labyrinth all leading to one place.
The operating theatre in Ward J.

Sure there were rooms along the way to stop in and hide but you ran the risk of meeting the staff.
They were the most human of the cities' inhabitants and the most feared.
It wasn't that they were bloodthirsty per se, they were just enthusiastic and well equipped.
Luckily for the unfortunates that hid within the "Sanctuary" it offered, most made noise.

It always shocks people that their names are known among the staff, how silly of them.
The doors read your blood as you open them so of course they know you, they know all of you.
They are only concerned for your health and their life's work is healing you.
Don't you want to be healthy, don't you want to the best you?

Its all they've ever wanted, they'll use any tactic they can to get you into their room.
Some of us veterans reckon they've got a betting system up to see who can "fix" the most people.
We try to keep an eye out for unfortunates but our appearances vary from human to... other.

Its not that we're completely monsters, far from it - its this place, it warps you slowly.
There's eight or nine of us, depending on how far gone the others are and if we gain a member.
It happens from time to time you know, some folks are just grateful and want in.

We welcome everyone, not in the same way the hospital does though.
Lucky for us the staff have long since given up on trying to "fix" us, we've killed too many of them.
They don't quite rank us as a threat yet but I've heard them whispering about a "mass cure".