I woke up in a freezer in the hospital morgue, covered in the tags of a strange corpse.
The only signal on the phone is the text message with mysterious coordinates: "Go here and survive."
A gentle female voice on the radio guided the survivors to evacuate: "There is insulin in the pharmacy, don't give up."
When I pried open the back door of the hospital, I found the military truck overturned in a pool of blood.
The interior walls of the carriage were covered with bloodstains scratched by fingernails, but there was no one there.
