It moves with a surprisingly fluid grace. It's body flows from point to point in slow, meandering leaps along the tarmac of the road.

There's no sound but for the dull, wet smack of its flesh as it rearranges itself with every bound. The mist gives everything a soft, fuzzed look to it. Even without ghosts and strange monsters, the place is the quintessential ghost town.

The three story high hospital looms out of the darkness, the street lights on either side flickering and doing their best to disperse the swirling mist.