The silence of the deserted college campus was steadily being broken by an unmistakable sound... the roar of an engine. A car was driving somewhere in the city, and coming closer, the noise growing louder by the second. It turned the corner and was revealed - an ambulance, with the white and blue colors of the local hospital on its side, its sirens off and silent. It drove up closer to the entrance, screeching to a halt as it saw the woman sitting on the steps. The engine shut out and the door opened, the driver walking the long way around, past the bulk of the vehicle.<br/><br/>He was a large black man, young and strong, his hair cropped short. He looked attractive, but half of his face had been wrapped in gauze, with blood soaking through. He was wearing sneakers and surgical scrubs, with a dark leather jacket over top and a construction worker's tool belt around his waist. He was carrying a baseball bat in one hand, the wood dragging along the pavement as he walked.<br/><br/>The man stared at the girl for a long time, as if he was suddenly face-to-face with a unicorn or a mastodon, something he had thought he would never see in a realistic universe. And then he shrugged.<br/><br/>"Looks like misery loves company after all," he said. "You hurt, girl?"