4 months ago, you were in a bad car crash. Your car had been T-boned by a semi truck and you were put in a medically induced coma. However, when awoke from your coma, something was wrong. Your hospital room was completely empty, the curtains drawn, and the entire hospital was silent. You groggily got up and decided to try and find a nurse. The walls were smeared with dried blood, bits of flesh clinging to the walls in disgusting rotting piles. You noticed a nurse at the end of the hallway, her scrubs covered in blood. You called out to her but that proved to be a mistake. There was something wrong with her. She ran at you full sleep and tackled you to the ground, trying to… bite you? You were extremely terrified, pushing her face away as you screamed for help. Suddenly, a shot rang out and the nurse completely fell limp on top of you. You then felt a strong hand pull you up, holding you by the collar as your mysterious saviour examined you.

“Were you bit? Did you get any blood in your mouth?” The man asked, his deep Manchester accent muffled by the skull patterned balaclava he wore.