When I arrive at the hospital I immediatly notice it looks like the rest of the town, disasterous. There's even an army tank. But what's really haunting is the apparent bodies wrapped in white sheets, piled in numbers.

My hands shake as I realize no one is in the hospital. I'm going to die if I don't get medical attention. I use my hands to make my way up the staircase blindly due to the lights being off. When I open the door at the top I notice the smell is a bit better and sigh in relief. I turn down a second hallway and see a bed propped against a door. My curiosity gets the best of me so I pry the bed away from the door with great difficulty. I cautiously open the door and peek my head inside. I'm surprised to find a middle-aged man laying alseep on a hospital bed. It's like finding Taco Bell on Jupiter. I step inside and shut the door behind me queitly. Slowly I step towards the man till I'm standing right by his bed. I let out out a shaky breath. I grab his wrist and check his pulse. My eyes widen in shock when I feel a steady pulse. That bed in front of his door must have saved his life. To his left I see there's a chart that has his information on it. His name is Rick Grimes and he has a gunshot wound from a high speed chase incident five months ago. I grin to myself, that's badass. I check his drip bag and notice it's half gone. I dont' know how to change an IV, only the fluids, so I pray that he wakes up soon.
I peak my head out of the room and see that there's still no sign of anyone. What the hell is happening? I shake my head as to shake the wondering thoughts out of my brain. I step out into the hallway slowly and find the medical stash by the nurses station. I shed my shirt and quickly look to see the damage. The skin around the wound has stopped bleeding due to the metal. I grab a towel and a rag and shove the latter in my mouth and bite as hard as I can. I take the towel and grab the hunk of metal with the towel to get a better grip. Here's to hoping the metal didn't hit anything important. As fast as I can I pull and rip out out the hunk with a choking noise and blinding white light behind my eyes. After that everything goes black.

I wake up with a sharp gasp. I quicky feel my side and notice there's a throbbing where the wound is. Holy shit. I didn't bleed out? I chuckle manically, I can't believe my luck. I sit up with great difficulty and find a large bottle of saline and gauze. I bite the rag again and begin cleaning the wound.
I scream into the rag while hot tears fall down my face. I think about the time when I broke my arm in the creek and I couldn't move for an hour before my brother found me and carried me on his back to the house. I wonder where my brother is for a moment and I can't help but want him to come save me again.
Next, I pack the wound with gauze, tape it together, and wrap it. I unrap the scarf that I had used as a tuneqeite and change into some scrubs I've found. Now that I'm all set I now have to take care of this stranger in the next room.
I grab an bag of fluids to keep him hydrated and hook it up to his I.V. After that I take a look at his wound and note that it doesn't look infected (thanks god) so I re-wrap the wound. I make a pallet on the floor next to his bed. I make sure it's on the side away from the door so if anyone were to walk in they wouldn't notice me. I don't know how I'm going to survive in this room with this unknown man but I guess I'll have to figure it out.

*3 weeks later*

I'm sitting on my side of the room reading a cheesy romance novel I found at the nurses station. I've already read it three times and I hate to admit that it's pretty good. I've changed the strangers bangage weekly since I've been here and when his I.V runs out I refill it. I don't know what I'll do if it runs out. I'm getting to a boring part in my book when I hear it. At first I think I'm hearing things but then I remember I'm not alone in the room. "Fess up, did you steal it from your granndma Gene's house. I hope you left her that spoon collection." He pauses as if expecting a response from me. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? That's so random I gape at him. He begins to move, probably as confused as I am. "Shane? Shane, you in the John?" He asks this Shane character whos, obviously, not here.
I decide it's time for me to speak up. "Sorry, no Shane here." I say to him. His head snaps towards me and he shoot up out of bed surprisingly fast for someone who's gotten shot. "Nurse, help! Nurse! Help!" He calls out. I realise I probobly look like some homeless woman camped out in his room. I get up as fast as I can to attempt to calm him. "Calm down, there are no nurses here. Just me. Well besides the others, but they aren't exactly very helpful." I ramble on a bit. I'm talking about the walking people who tried to eat me of course. I opened the doors to another wing and next thing I know one is coming at me, attempting to eat my face. I still haven't figured out what they are but I have a feeling they have something to do with what's going on here.
He stares at me confused for a moment. "What do you mean there aren't any nurses here? Who the hell are you?" He asks me accusingly. "My name is Coraline Brums. Trust me, I'm as confused as you are. I came here looking for medical attention and only found you here. The whole place is empty except for, well, you'll see." I inform him. "How long have I been here?" He asks me nervously. "I don't know but I've been looking after you for three weeks." When I say this he looks panicked. "Three weeks? I have to find my wife and son! They didn't come here?" He asks while getting in my personal space. I shrink back nervously. "Sorry, I'm afraid not." I apologize. He begins to mumble to himself softly while freaking out. I stand back awkwardly as he begins to have a breakdown. I have a feeling I should say something to comfort him. "Um, don't worry, I'll help you find them. I'm looking for my brother, so we can look together." I reassure him. He looks up with wide eyes and slowly looks calmer. He nods his head stiffly with a wild look in his eye. We stare at eachother aprehencivly for a moment before I break the silence. "U-uhm there's a working faucet in the bathroom if you're thirsty." I trail off. He makes his way to the bathroom and gulps down as much water as he can. When he's finished I tell him, "I've been changing your I.V fluids but I don't have anymore food left, thank goodness you woke up when you did. I almost had to leave you for dead." Which is true, I ran out of food yesterday and with my blood loss I've been feeling dizzy. He looks calmer than before, less wide eyed and crazed. "Thank you." I can tell he means it. I nod my head in confirmation.

We've made it to the part of the hospital that still leaves my mind reeling every night before I go to sleep. DON'T OPEN DEAD INSIDE. The two double doors read. He looks back at me, noticing I stopped walking. "What does that mean?" He asks me hesitently. I shake my head furiosly, probobly looking crazier than he had. When the decrepite hands start to come out at us he runs to the halls. "Hey!" I call out after him. I catch up to him when we make it to the dark stairwells. I catch his arm in my hand. "We have to stick together okay?" I'm breathing heavily from the short run and I'm guessing that has to do with my wound. Rick looks down at my torso where my wound is and notices I'm bleeding for the first time.
"What happened to you?" He looks concerned.
"Car accident, chunk of metal right through the torse." I state between breathes. He looks at my disheveled state for a moment and nods his head.
"Let's stick together." He copies my earlier statement.