William is the last unfortunate lonely soul to walk the corridors of Redmoor Hospital. What happens when he finds out that he isn't really the last living soul? Eventual Redmoor/William & Sane!Redmoor/William

"I have never been a very strong man. In fact, I am a wimp, when all's said and done. But here, right now, fighitng for my life in this damned hospital, I feel like I could take on the world and win." Labeled K because there's nothing really bad, but still K seems too low for a Dementium...

...il fruscio diventava sempre più forte sentii l'inesorabile avvicinarsi della mia fine, sentivo l'ombra della morte dietro di me che rideva della mia paura, perché non arrivava? Perché ci metteva tanto a mettere fine alle mie paure? ...

I'm William Redmoor. This is my story before the ward. R&R please! this is my first dementium fanfic!

William Redmoor awakens to both internal and external darkness and one hell of a migraine. He remembers nothing, including his own name. At least he's in the hospital where he'll be safe... right?

The rarity of companionship; the animal instincts that lead us to find friends, even after death.