Undeadwatch

I’m starting this mostly so I can stop boring the people I work with to death. I’m a nurse at Stepping Hill, and over the last couple of weeks, the atmosphere in the wards has shifted from the usual chaotic hum to something… sharper. I’ve had a handful of patients come in who don’t quite fit the standard boxes. They aren’t drunk—you know that smell, that specific loud-mouthed slurry. They aren’t high in the usual way either; no pin-prick pupils or frantic scratching. And they aren’t confused in a way that lines up with dementia or any neurological trauma we’re used to seeing on a Tuesday night in Stockport. They are just… off. They spend a lot of time staring. Not at you, but through you, like they’re watching a movie projected three feet behind your head. They are incredibly slow to react—you’ll ask a question and wait ten seconds for a blink—but then they’re suddenly, terrifyingly strong when you don’t expect it. One guy nearly took a porter’s arm off just by bracing himself. Someone on the night shift joked they looked like zombies—hence the name of this page. Undeadwatch. That’s all this is. A digital shoebox to note things down so I can look back in six months and say, ‘See? It was nothing but a weird cluster of bad batches or stress.’ I need to see it in writing to convince myself the world hasn’t actually tilted. I’ve noticed that blog posts with images work better, and not wanting to give too much away, I’m using AI-generated images