
Fluorescent lights hold steady A voice travels down the corridor “We are the doctors, we can help you” (not here…) Corridors stretch for miles before they turn Doors line both sides, all unmarked I open one just enough to see The room expands wider than the hall Equipment set out like it’s still in use Nothing moving I shut it (fast…) They can’t open doors But they come if I leave one open So I don’t Keep it sealed, don’t give them a way What’s inside won’t stay in place Miles of halls, no end in sight Every door could be the wrong one (don’t choose…) Some rooms hold supplies I can take Small bottles, clean tools, not much Some rooms are worse ICU left running but empty Pharmacy shelves not safe to search Bio rooms I avoid completely I hear movement behind doors I passed More than a few at once Close it Don’t leave it open They wait for that “We are the doctors…” (stop…) Keep it sealed, don’t give them a way What’s inside won’t stay in place Miles of halls, no end in sight Every door could be the wrong one (don’t choose…) The handle shifts but never turns They can’t open it But if I leave it once That’s enough