[Hyenadog]

Some parts of the hospital were spared from the destruction of the bombs. Partly by being on the interior of the large building, and partly because collapsed walls shielded them. Those same walls trapped the few people who survived within, but didn't stop the slow contamination from radiation from seeping in and turning them into ghouls. Had they been free, they could have been a great use in the current world. Prewar ghouls who were doctors were few and far between, and these were long past saving.

Caleb would hear them shuffling about in the offices by the maternity ward. A few trapped by locked doors or fallen items could only be seen through cracked windows. The area Caleb was looking for was the Neonatal Intensive care ward, but of course there was a ghoul shambling around near it. Apart from the remains of a doctor's uniform, it was impossible to tell much about the individual. Its eyes glowing faintly as it looked around, nearly toothless mouth hanging open as it drooled and grunted. Its face and neck crusted in what looked like long-dried blood. Hands once trained for precise medical procedures were broken and twisted, fingertips worn away to expose bone that now acted like claws. A sad end for someone so highly trained.

It crouched by some bones, picking one up to gnaw on in its boredom...giving Caleb a chance to sneak past.