Infernal Knight pt.2

Tray woke up with a jerk. He sat up suddenly and looked around. He was lying in a hospital bed in a hallway. He looked around only to see that no one was around. Dirt and grim covered the walls accompanied by the smell of mold.
He examined himself and saw that he was covered in a fine cold sweat. He got up and looked around.
The hall was a mess no one seemed to have walked the halls for quite some time. He walked over to a nearby table and looked at the crude rusted tools. He wasn't sure what a lot of them were but he managed to find a mirror among the scattered junk. He examined himself in the grimy mirror.
His long face was covered with a weeks worth of five o'clock shadows. He looked extra pale, thin and like he'd been through a couple of rounds with a pro boxer.
"Man?! I've been worked over." He said. Although he looked terrible he didn't feel anything. He wasn't sore or tired but rather like he'd just awoken from a long nap. Tray put down the mirror. He looked at himself and saw that he was wearing an embarrassing hospital gown. He laughed. He'd watched the late night comedy skits and thought that he was now for a brief moment a walking joke.
Tray walked down the hall and found to his surprise a neatly laid set of cloths lying on a chair in front of the receptionist office. It was strange that they themselves were not covered with mold but rather neatly pressed and clean.
Tray examined the clothes briefly and sniffed them.
"Hmm, Downy fresh." He muttered. "Hello? Is anyone there?" No one answered in the echoing hallways of the hospital. He shrugged and put on his clothes. They fit perfectly. Tray made his way out the front into a vacant parking lot that was covered with a fine layer of red dust or ash. Tray wasn't sure.
As Tray walked out he found himself in a small city the air was stuffy and humid. He saw rolling hills and small houses near by. He began to walk down the road when suddenly....