[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Newnan Hospital[/center][hr][hr]


The light shining in through various broken windows, worn down walls and doors made it possible for Alexander to better see how the hospital looked like. The inpending darkness the night before had given the building an impression of simple emptiness and decay. Now it was little more than a ruin in-making, fragments of past civilization torn to pieces and leaving Alexander the familiar feeling of a whole dying. Light was supposed to make one happy, he thought, but now it merely showed the world for it truly was. A rotting corpse, in several ways. 

At least the stairs leading down from his previous sleeping spot wasn't about to crack under his weight, so perhaps the world still have a spine? Just a very rotten carcas wrapped roughly around it. Alexander wondered if this had actually been the way he had gone up now that the light showed more and more details gone unseen before. The painted words on several doors caught his attention the most; the dates were from the year before and further back, at least those that he saw for the moment. The questions from before came back, for where were those people now? The questions lingered while he entered the lower floor. 

It didn't take long for Alexander to end up in a familiar room, the lobby. It was just as desolute as he had left it, save from the clearer visilibity thanks to the light. Alexander walked to the front doors and peaked through them, trying to get a better look outside. For the first time in the longest, one might recongize a smile on the old man's face; the snow was melting. But still no sight of any survivors, though they could still be in hiding for all he knew, or never been there at all. With the smile melting away with the nagging feeling of continued isolation, he turned away from the door and looked around again. The lobby was stripped of anything useful, unless you thought a trashed piano as something of importance. When he thought about it, the whole hospital was probably empty of anything of use, just like the rooms he'd searched before. 

Alexander stood there for a few moments, his gaze shifting from the lobby to the door, then back again to the room surrounding him. The survivors probably weren't out there now, but why should he stay in the hospital any longer? There probably weren't anything more there to see, but then what? The old man's eye finally landed on the doors; regardless if they weren't there, he had to look for them. Alexander took a deep breath before he slowly exited through the front entrance.