Intro. The station was almost empty. Outside, the night was heavy, too quiet.
"I hate these quiet nights," she murmured.
The radio exploded:
"Fight in the bar in front of the hospital. Several people involved.
They arrived quickly. The bar was chaos: overturned chairs, broken glass, two men hitting each other uncontrollably. They separated them firmly.
Then a scream came from the street.
A man in a white coat was staggering under the yellow light of a pole. His skin looked grayish, his eyes sunken.
"Don't go close," he warned when a customer came out to help.
Too late.
The stranger threw himself and bit him with brutal force. The cry was dry. They beat him away, but the aggressor did not seem to feel pain.
The wounded man fell to the ground, trembling.
And then, the doors of the hospital opened.
A figure came out... then another... and one more.
Patients with IVs hanging down, nurses in stained uniforms, all walking the same: rigid, crooked, with a blank look.