Continuing on, everyone who had seen the pistol stayed clear and he had little problem reaching the Hospital after that. It had been a long walk, but he hadn't wanted to deal with anyone looking for a set of wheels in order to get away, though where these people were running grey would never understand. It took him around 2 hours to reach the hospital, and he knew for the way home, he was going to have to come up with a better plan. Kelsey was 13 now, and even with her thin state, piggybacking her two hours back to the farm was just not going to work. That was if she was alive, a fact that he had tried to prepare himself for, because there was no telling what state the hospital would be in now.
When he walked through frames of the now broken front doors, he didn't have to look around to know that this was hell. Bodies were everywhere and there had obviously been no way to keep up with getting rid of dead bodies, so instead they were piled in various rooms that had big B's marked on the doors. Choking on vomit that was raised into his mouth, he leaned over and took a few deep breaths. He couldn't fall apart, and he couldn't turn back now. He had to know.
It took him quite some time to find his way to where he knew Kelsey was, or at least had been. By then he had stumbled upon a few other children and teenagers that were hiding in the hospital and one by one they joined him, now he was certainly going to have to figure out a better plan for getting home. There were babies in the hands of children that were now following him silently. It was an unimaginable scene and it made him want to cry, because the world should not be like this, but it was and he was going to make sure that these children could grow up somewhere safe. The feeling bore a whole and pushed into his conscious and his heart, where he knew he could not abandon them here no matter what. His mind was racing with possible ways to get them all back to the farm, but he knew that he had to find Kelsey first.
Finally making his way up to where her room had been, he took a deep breath. He heard noise then, and quickly realized it was her. Looking back he motioned to the twenty or so children, most of which were holding babies to stay put. Carefully he walked into the room, and then he stopped being careful when he saw the little rack of a girl crying in her bed, obviously too weak to move and more sick looking than she had ever been. Then again he guessed that she hadn't eaten in days. He couldn't help but smile though, because she was alive and thus he had the chance to save her like his mother had told him to. Even on her deathbed that woman had been thinking of others. It broke his heart to think of that day, so he pushed it from his mind for at least the time being.
"Well I guess we better get you home." Looking around he saw her bag that she had brought with her to the hospital and started loading it with any and all medicine he saw in the room. He didn't know what they were, or even if he'd now how to give them to her, but he was bound to do his best. By the amount it was obvious someone had left them for her, and he was thankful for that, because he knew he wouldn't have been able to find them in this hospital himself.