The Arrival of Deaths Ambulance

The ambulance drew up outside the front door of the nursing home. The silence inside it was deafening, lingering like a melody once sang but now forgotten. It wasn’t your usual emergency vehicle, large and dark, and entirely black with ‘Ambulance’ in painted in angry red capital letters along the side. A member of the staff had spotted the ambulance arrive and immediately dashed off to raise the alarm. 
Sitting in the drivers seat was one lone, ageing man, dressed in black and sitting silently staring at the front doors. The determination showed in his tired and unpleasant face, almost as if he knew he had a point to prove. He knew there was a point to prove, as a previous attempt at a taking had led to him being beaten back and having to leave. This had never happened, not to him anyway. The last fellow who had this job had been sacked when he had started to age, and although he knew he was getting older and slower he still had more strength than those who were standing against him. There was always a fight, and he always won. This time would be no different.

Noticing the ruckus that was beginning to kick off at the front door he let a small, cruel smile cross his lips. They were preparing for a fight and as always, he was ready for it.
‘Ethel,” he muttered, “I’m coming for you.”
With that he climbed out of the drivers seat and positioned himself at the back door of the ambulance. He looked up at the front door of the building again, noticing decidedly more determined looking people had joined the small crowd that had gathered, most of them wondering who he was here to collect this time. Each one of them quietly wondering if it was their turn for a ride in the Ambulance. 
From inside the building, the gathered residents and staff watched as the small, tired looking man struggled to pull a black and silver gurney out of the back of the van. After wrestling with the device for five minutes he had it build up and had begun his slow march up to the front door, the grin on his face reflecting the evil in him and showing exactly how much he was looking forward to his assignment. 
Inside the corridor at the front door all hell had broken loose. Staff began to shepherd the residents back into their rooms, knowing their attempts at fighting him off would be futile, and this way less people would be harmed by the scene that was about to occur. 
The staff in the nursing home had long ago stopped fighting with the ambulance crewman, knowing that no matter what went on the resident would be taken away anyway. This was a much kinder way than leaving them here, for if they were left they suffered with pain and discomfort until their final day when they were united with Death regardless of the prior fight. 
It was an odd feeling, knowing what was about to happen whilst trying to remain calm having the knowledge of what was to come. But by now, the people were more than used to it.