End of days 9

The hospital becomes an echoing labyrinth at night. Three of my fellow inmates found an unlocked office at the end of a disused corridor and over the last few weeks we’ve been making plans in the small hours. Tonight we move.

They’re the only ones who understand about the demons being in control of this place. The rest are either doped up or have blocked it from their minds (smiling sadly, saying they’re sorry about what happened to me). If we win I’ll come back and set them free; then they’ll see who was right.

A major drawback is that I have no weapon to use against any of the hell-spawn that patrol here; my sword is lost and nothing earthly will suffice instead.

Another problem is that I think they suspect something. Standing here in the darkness, I discover that the office has been locked and none of my companions are to be found. I want to call out to them but dare not break the silence.

A long central corridor runs the length of the building. Peering cautiously around the corner, I see its ceiling lights swaying. The shadows are coalescing and a faint scuttling noise grows louder.