144 Attacked

Immediately after Alyssa stepped foot outside of the hospital, she cursed herself for not bringing a jacket to wear.

She should've known that it would be colder at midnight than it was in the late morning when she last arrived at the hospital.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she shuffled away from the front of the hospital toward the staff parking lot.

Tall street lamps illuminated her way with a white glow, cutting through the quiet darkness that surrounded her on all sides.

However, the light provided her no sense of comfort.

She always felt so uneasy at night. She didn't like seeing her surroundings because there was no telling what was lurking where she couldn't see.

Typically, she looked every which way as she walked, but she just wanted to get to her car before she froze to death.

The chilly wind whipping across her face wasn't helping either.