A few days ago.
The hidden floor of the Derry Town Central Hospital - Morgue.
The sound of metal wheels echoed from deep within the dark corridor, signaling the arrival of a new corpse...However, according to hospital rules, it wasn't a time for transporting corpses.
Guarding the morgue was a one-armed old man.
Dark eyes,
His emaciated body seemed to writhe with an autonomous digestive system,
Behind him rested an unusually sharp iron spade,
From deep within his blackened, toothy mouth came strange sounds:
"This isn't the time to transport corpses. Please leave… Violators of the hospital's rules will be executed immediately."
Yet, the 'thing' in the corridor ignored the old man's warning, its wheel-rolling sound unchanged.
Eventually, a cart carrying a body bag glided out from the deep, dark corridor.
But there was no one pushing this cart... Logically speaking, only the hospital staff in charge of transporting bodies would know where the morgue is located.
