8:36 am

Walking down the sterile hallways. It's a gruesome sight, really; those who couldn't leave aren't even conscious. Comas. The whole hospital seems asleep, and yet, the deafening noises of the hellish machines that keep them alive could easily awake someone a mile away. It would be an exaggeration normally, but the streets are quiet, empty. Maybe they all went home, got in a blanket with their family and whispered their prayers. I thought it would be a perfect bedlam, but except the incident with the asshole playing that stupid song, order rules. Maybe Mankind will be nice for once and leave alone his neighbor. Now it really feels like the end of the world.