We saw a figure running full speed away from the hospital. It was difficult to see by the light of the stars, but it was probably Kashimura.
“Hey! What happened? You don’t have to run anymore!” Fujita shouted, standing at the prow of the boat.
Kashimura completely ignored him.
Satoru opened the window halfway and shouted, “Fujita, that’s…”
“…no!” Dr. Noguchi warned, mustering as much strength as he could to talk. “They’ll hear you if you shout.
His voice was quiet, but was filled with so much desperation that we jerked away from the windows reflexively.
“What are you talking about? The queerats…”
“Not the queerats! He…he’ll come back!”
Seki started wailing again, a grating, piercing shriek like the call of some demonic bird.
“Shut her up. Quick!” Dr. Noguchi said.
Okano clapped a hand over her mouth. Dr. Noguchi had an authoritative tone that you couldn’t help but obey. Seki struggled wildly, but quickly grew tired and went quiet.
“Who’s ‘he’? What the hell happened here?” Satoru asked, grabbing Dr. Noguchi by the shoulders.
“He…I don’t know who he is. But he killed them. The staff, the patients, all of them.”
Okano went stiff with shock.
“Only the three of us survived. He probably wanted to use us as hostages…”
“Why didn’t you fight back?”
“Fight? That’s impossible. He killed everyone who tried to run.”
There was a quiet clicking sound. I looked around for the source and realized it was coming from Dr. Noguchi. Revisiting that terrible memory was making his teeth chatter uncontrollably.
“Run. Hurry. If you don’t…”
There was a crazed look in his eyes.