After much deliberation, I've finally decided to put up my own Kingdom Hospital fiction. I'm not quite sure about the title yet, but that's the one that came to me during class and that's the one I'm sticking with for the time being.
Rites of Passage
Prologue
It rained one day.
It did not stop.
Not for Lewiston, Maine.
Mary Jensen Hospital stood against the brute force of the torrential downpour that first week after the children had been saved. Everyone swore it would stop soon. Weathermen were baffled. It was supposed to be sunny and cool. But the barometers showed hurricane conditions. And so, the citisens of Lewiston, Maine, huddled in their homes, wishing away the rain and the wind. The thunder and the lightning. No one dared leave their houses unless it was important. Jobs became scarce and people relied on the relief funds that began to trickle in from neighbouring states. What had once been a lovely little town in the middle of a lovely little state had quickly become a place of terror and rain. The streets would flood one night, then trickle away the next morning so that it was safe to drive once more. But then, around seven PM, the rain would start again and those who were out in the streets had no chance of survival. The mortality rate went up, drowning the major cause. Others did themselves away, whether by pills, razor blades or the barrel of a gun. Because the rain would not stop and there seemed to be no way out. All the roads were blocked by flooding. Planes could not make their way into Lewiston. They were trapped.
Mary Jensen Hospital stood proud amid the terror and chaos. It had become apparent that many people were seeking refuge inside its walls. The hallways were littered with sleeping bags and blankets. Empty beds were occupied by those unable to get home. Doctors and nurses complained, but no one had the heart to turn them away. Eventually, they were forced to place guards at the doors to bar entry to those who were not in need of medical care. It unnerved them to see those denied access lying on the concrete before the doors, the water sloshing at their ears and hair, refusing to leave the grounds. Some people within the hospital suggested shooting them. They did not stay inside the hospital long.
Within the hospital, things began happening. Things that no one could explain. Patients began ranting about the dead that walked the halls. Others woke screaming, pleading for salvation from the devil and his boy. And then there were those that simply…died.
It rained one day.
It did not stop.
Not for Lewiston, Maine.
People blamed Mary Jensen Hospital.
They were not wrong.
Well? Does it seem worth continuing? Intriguing enough? I'm apprehensive about this, so any reviews would be appreciated, granted they're constructive and very gentle (I break easily).