Surviving Panic

Mortimer would pull up to the space and put the van in park before shutting off the engine. There was a moment of quiet before the hum of the motor faded from between his ears and it was, once again, filled with the rabble of insects that swarmed the front of the hospital. Insects, some knew them as the human race, but Mortimer found more valuable company in the presence of rats and maggots. There, at least, was a means at the end of their chaotic seeming ways. He leaned back and watched the hospital entrance. The people were like parasites, cawing and begging, yowling and wailing for their demands to be met, their questions to be answered in the stead of finding their own way. He sighed and looked off to the side.