Chapter Two

When, what seemed like an eternity, Philip woke up in the hospital. It was dead silent. Philip couldn't hear a single noise, not one at all. Philip was in his own cloths, not a hospital gown. Weird, thought Philip, not a single person in the hospital. He hit the button next to his bed to signal the nurse, but no one came. He got up looked around and saw that everything he had during the accident was either on him or in his bag next to the bed. He got up, and began to run. The only sound in the hospital was the pitter patter of Philips feet on the linoleum as he was racing through the hospital. Doors. He saw the doors that led outside. The problem was that they were motion sensor doors, and when Philip was in range of the sensor nothing happened. "COME ON!" screamed Philip in a panic. With not one option left, he grabbed a chair in the waiting room and with all of his force hurtled the chair at the glass of the door. It was like a dream. Time seemed to slow, the chair in motion moving towards the door. Philip could almost feel the world around him. The calm of the hospital, the silence, darkness, but then it all fell apart when the chair hit the glass. The noise snapped Philips attention back to one goal, survival. He knew he wasn't in any danger, but the fact that nobody was here and the silence and calm of the hospital was so frightening to him that he had to get out. And he did. One more door to get through, so he picked up the chair and with all his remaining strength he hurtled the chair once more at the second door. This time it was like it was supposed to, no dream sequence, no thought. The chair hit the glass and the same noise sounded, with the glass tinkling to the ground. The cold wind blew into the hospital catching Philip with surprise. Freedom. It was inches from his face, but did he really want it? He could stay here and be nice and cozy, where as it was cold and harsh out there. Then the car showed up.

Park City Hospital
(Courtesy of Parkcityrealistate) 

"Are you Philip?" asked the man in the car. "Who are you?" forcefully replied Philip to the man. "John, Im here to give you a ride. Its my job. You can trust me, you don't have to come, but i'm just saying I strongly advise coming with me". The thoughts running threw Philips head were dizzying, the things that could happen if he got in, but if the man was right and he stayed. It could be bad. And without knowing he got in the car. "Where are we going?" asked Philip. The driver was silent. "WHERE ARE WE GOING!" shouted Philip in a panic. The seat belts went out, grabbed him and pulled him into the seat, hard. "WHAT IS HAPPENING! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!" screamed Philip, but a belt went around his head and covered his mouth, muting him. They pealed out of the hospital roundabout quite fast, and at a very fast pace, proceeded to get to the freeway. On the way Philip realized that not only were there no people on the fields, no cars in the lots, no cars on the roads or freeway, but no people anywhere.