Already at death's door

The halls resembled that of a morgue. Extremely quiet. Steel walls resonated no sounds. Only one footstep was heard through the entire hallway. The white walls held no secrets. His eyes darted through the rooms as he noticed the widened eyes of people hiding. Most were cluttered in the closets, some hid under their beds. The brave ones dared look him in the eyes.

Patients on life support watched in fear as he darted through their rooms.

Yes, he could have just asked for Paschal's room number, just so the deed would be done easily, but he didn't want that. What was the fun in that?

He preferred the scents of people's fear as he walked by, wondering if they were next. He never killed good people. Only people who deserved it.

He glared at the baby who whined in room 204. The mother's teary eyes looked up to him pleadingly as she tried controlling her child.

"Wean him." He uttered. Looking away, he slid out the door.

His eyes took more notice of the environment as he