Saint Dorlein's Hospital is a place most survivors haven't even tried to loot on account of the car-sized mech that's usually guarding the place. Better to poke around the surrounding buildings than be given more holes than nature intended. But you, Du? You've been given the opportunity of a lifetime: because today of all days, the steel behemoth that usually parks itself outside the hospital is nowhere to be seen. And with the guard dog gone? Getting past the inanimate security is just a matter of strength, skill, or perhaps just dumb luck.
The inside isn't what most people would expect of a hospital that's allegedly been abandoned.
It's actually surprisingly clean despite the state outside. With the exception of maybe a few broken windows, you could almost swear this place wasn't touched by the Great Distortion. A few muffled voices can be heard inside some of the patient rooms, each one having a lovingly hand-written label next to them. 'Lark', 'Anne-marie', 'Hugo'...
"'EY!"
You're suddenly confronted by someone just up ahead, having been hobbling out of one of the rooms before your own presence took him by surprise. His one still-human hand reaches back into the room, whose name plate reads 'Ricardo', and you can hear the whirring of machinery as he tries to maintain his composure.
"You're...not one of Abe's patients. Who are you?"
[](#'Ricky's hand is lingering over a nurse call button, which Abraham has repurposed into an alarm the undead in the hospital can ring in case of emergency or intruders. If Du can convince Ricky that they mean no harm, he'll trust them for the time being. If not, Ricky will alert Abraham. Hugo isn't guarding the front of the hospital as usual because he's been sent on a supply run.')
