He didn't see a single corpse on the streets. What happened to them?
'There couldn't only be 10 plus people who survived after the bomb or meteor or whatever.' As he zipped his pants he looked upwards and found an air shaft- that gave him an idea. He couldn´t wash his hands so he didn´t, water was too precious.
He went through the office rooms and found a few bottles, he filled the water from the heavy tanks in the bottles and went back to the restroom, he opened the shaft cover and stored the water there. Just in case for the future. He also found a few chocolates and little snacks like peanuts, a few snacks were stored with the water. He ate a bit, put a few chocolate bars in his red jogging suit, took a water bottle with him and was ready to go to the hospital.
As he went to an unknown place he marked a few rocks on the way, there was only sand on his feets, the well known rubble and stones, a few buildings, no animals.
'No animals, no insects- not good.'
The journey was again smooth. 'Too smooth...' he thought, but he was honestly happy as he saw the red cross above the entrance of the building.
He went in and ransacked first for snacks and water at the front desks, he found a few and his jogging-suit pants were bulging, he should have brought a backpack...
He went to the first floor and looked through the operating rooms but he didn't really know what he was searching for. Would aspirin help if there is a pole in your brain? Or disinfectant? Ah, he remembered he hadn´t washed his hands after going to the toilet so he took it and rubbed it on his hands. He should take it back, they would all get sick if they behaved this unhygienic.
On his way he found a fire axe! He was ecstatic as he gripped it, and it was a good match with his red jogging suit.
He searched everywhere, and found that according to a location plan that hung in the staircase that medication was on the top floor with the VIP suites. Upstairs he saw why, there was a secured door so not everybody could enter to get to the vips or the pills. But! He didn't know if there had been bulletproof glasses before, but now there was none, so he could just go through the windows left and right of the doorframe.
He stepped through and heard a sound, with bulging pockets he gripped the axe and went down the floor. He didn't even know what he thought there was, zombis or the like? But better safe than sorry.
He stopped in front of a door, and then he knocked.
"Come in"- unexpectedly there was an answer.
The door opened with a creek, as it too, was a bit askew.
He saw a tall man on the floor in front of the hospital bed, his leg was in a plaster to his tight, he looked rough with a beard and hair that went over his eyes. He stared a bit at him before saying "Hello."
"What the fuck happened outside?" the rough man asked as he mustered the other with half his face in a red hood and an axe in his hand, he looked like out of a comic book.
"Ah, I don't know either. There was an explosion or maybe a meteor came down, I blacked out and don't remember a thing. Something isn't right with my head. Ah."
He noticed that the hood was still on, which wasn't very polite, so he put it down. The rough man was stunned "Holy fuck how are you alive?"
"Yeah, right? That isn't even the best thing" he turned around and pointed at the other end of the pole above his neck. "Oh motherfucker" the rough man mumbled.
"So, I can't remember a thing. Where I'm coming from- like a few streets away, there are others, about 10, I don´t know them well, wanna come with me?" he gave a friendly invitation.
"Yes, I would love to, but it's a bit inconvenient" The rough man nodded to his leg.
"No, problem, I'll get you a wheelchair."