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The familiar sound of my alarm clock sounds anouncing that it is time to start my day. Too early! I roll (literally roll) out of my comfy cozy memory foam bed and stumble to the bathroom across the hall and to the right in eight careful steps. For a second I regret waking up but rip off my Simpsons boxers and hop in the shower anyway.
Eleven minutes and thirty eight seconds later I'm rapping a faded red towel around myself. I waste no time drying my dark, buzzed hair before throwing on kakis and a V-neck T-shirt.
Before Running out the door I glance at the news on T.V. and see there's been another incident of a corpse re-animating and attacking staff. And this time it was Woman's and Babies... My hospital. Oh that's just grand. Not.
The whole way to the hospital I wonder who was attacked since I had to leave before the whole story was revealed. I bet it was the snooty coroner, James Hamilton