Alex was sat in the back of an ambulance, not a large one that you usually see, a small car with "ambulance" written all over it, for minor incidents and first responders. He was soon going to be released back into the community after a year of madness, then he'd be on his own, more-so than even now. This facility he was on his way to, more of a care facility than anything. He was very nervous, his mouth and throat were as dry as a desert, his heart racing, he felt queasy and lightheaded, a feeling he was all too familiar with but was not used to in the slightest. The minutes stretched on as they went along to the new hospital, feeling more like hours. He stared intently out of the window not looking at anything outside just away from the inside of the ambulance, he knew who was in there with them, his grizzly and morbid companions. Maybe he could open the door and fall out onto the road? Be smashed and scraped to pieces along the surface of the road? Or maybe fall under the wheels of a vehicle behind them? No, that wouldn't work, this door is probably locked and he wouldn't want to curse this paramedic with re-occurring visions of this instant.
After a while they arrived, on a well-kept road through a thick forest. He swore he could see something in the trees, wrong things, like the ones in the other passenger seats. They pulled to a stop outside a gate which soon opened, and then again in a car park outside this quite large but still inviting building. A gilded cage is still a cage. He heard the engine stop and a door open, then the sound of fabric on fabric and the door closing again. The paramedic went around the front of the car and to Alex's door, then opened it. Alex was up and out of the vehicle in an instant and standing beside the paramedic, a friendly and burly man in his 30's, tall too. He escorted Alex to the front desk and did the talking for him, checking him in. A nurse, a friendly-looking older woman then gave him a tour of the place, all he was interested in was somewhere quiet and his. Accommodations, that's where the tour ended. He got inside, there were two beds in the room, he would be sharing, he hoped that it would work, he doubted it, though. After the door closed he sat down and put his suitcase under the bed. A face looked up at him from under the bed. One of the wrong-things that shared his journey here, he called it "Wither", completely devoid of pigmentation, looking starved and far too thin and tall and blank to be human, it would sit, and stare at him usually at night, all night, every night, rarely came out at day. He spat at it and pushed his suitcase in it's face. Then lied back on his new bed in his new room and waited for his new roommate.
