Follow the red line down the hall to find the cafeteria.

Follow the red—there was red everywhere! When Mikey returned to the hospital, and run to the first place he’d remember going to the last visit, though he couldn't even remember how he had got here from the wreck down the road. Remembering being in the car and scrambling to get the door open as one of them pull his screaming mother through the broken window, his own screams of horror deafening n his own ears…and he left her.

Then…then he was here, and his legs hurt a lot, and in what was probably a panic had forgotten that he was carrying his hockey stick bag. If he had dropped it, he would have gotten back to the hospital faster, and his legs wouldn't have hurt so much. And sure, he liked to carry it a bit on his own, but when he got tired his father held onto if for hi—where was his dad?

Rubbing his eyes, and feeling a wetness of tears to them, small sobs surfaced…and the sound of a woman thing gorging herself on a human from the far end of the cafeteria could be heard loudly. There was a bang as another monster burst through the door way a distance away, and the small boy stood frozen for almost a few seconds, before sprinting behind the counter. A tray was knocked onto the floor and against a stove thing in such a rapid motion, catching the attention of the thing, but Mikey already flew into the door behind it and slammed the metal door shut.

The monster was banging on the metal door after a minute, but it seemed the door secured on its own…it was then that he finally had a proper look around. A row of shelves of some canned food, one or two he had recognised as the ‘fresh’ made chicken soups or chilli that had been served last visit, and there were also bags of bread in a box to the right. Two whole shelves with plastic containers, paper napkins, plastic utensils and trays, boxes of straws. There was a barest, yet continuous banging sound further back.

There was another two doors, one of them seemed to have quite a few locks or something, with something that reminded him of the thermostat his father oft fiddled with at home…and then other door had a plastic placard that had something about staff only washroom or something, the sound was coming from behind that metal door. Metal doors in the hospital seemed really, really secure to the young boy, but who or whatever was behind that door was obviously not going to enter into the room he was currently in any time soon.

Dropping the hockey stick bag onto the ground, Mikey shakily started to just examine his person as he fell on his bum, staring at his feet. His legs hurt from running, but properly getting a chance to relax and see, he had finally noticed that he was missing one shoe. It would have been funny if it wasn't such a dire situation. His sock was woolly and thick, though if usually got sweaty in the warmer weather…it was white, now red at the end. Peeling off the sock, the boy started to cry softly at the pain of the piece of glass sticking out his foot.

Even as a child, Mikey knew a piece the size of a pinkie nail couldn’t be as bad as it felt, but it felt pretty damned bad. His scrape last year didn't hurt this back, and it couldn't be as bad as removing a splinter…but he couldn't do much more than remember his mother, and continue to cry.