boltageman wrote:The snow blazed around the hospital streets. It was the strongest storm the small town had ever seen. The fluff around the hospital made it look old and broken. In actuality, it was very new. (it flows better like this) The hospital had been closed the month before, because of bad wiring and plumbing. At the beginning of the winter all the pipes had burst and spread through the halls making the place an icy death trap.
A single man was standing in the parking lot pushing a stroller with a wailing baby. The baby was very cold and was probably sick by now. The baby was a boy not even an hour old wearing a diaper and wearing an ACDC T-shirt fit for a man. The man ignored the baby’s whining and just pushed him in to the building barely standing up on the ice. (was the man barely standing or the building? Make that clear.)
The man walked down the twisting corridor that did not fit in the hospital right. It was fit more for a maze. (run-on sentence before) He appeared at the right room miraculously. He put a key into the door and pushed it open to reveal a very plain room with only a table and a large cylinder in the corner. The man placed the baby on the cold steel table and as he did several men appeared from the shadows. Each man wore a buttoned up white coat and a surgical mask with their haired tied up in black bandannas so none stood out.
One of the men held a plastic mask to the baby’s face and the whining slowly softened and slowed until it ended. Another man pressed a button on the cylinder and it slowly filled with a slimy green liquid. A third one opened a small drawer (?) in the table and took out an assortment of scalpels and a needle. The same one took the first one and cut a line down the baby’s chest, and put the needle in to his stomach. The baby winched but then calmed down. He refilled the needle with another needle and en (this sentence is unclear) put it in an a few other organs and veins the stopped. A forth one stitched the baby up and then handed him off to the man near the slime and he put him in through the top. The baby rested there sleeping as the stitches healed quickly in the ooze and slowly made the baby stronger and he drank it.
The fluff around the hospital made it look old and broken.
The baby was very cold and was probably sick by now.
The baby was a boy not even an hour old wearing a diaper and wearing an ACDC T-shirt fit for a man.
and just pushed him in to the building barley standing up on the ice.
One of the men held a plastic mask to the baby’s face and the whining slowly softened and slowed until it ended. Another man pressed a button on the cylinder and it slowly filled with a slimy green liquid. A third one opened a small a draw in the table and took out an assortment of scalpels and a needle. The same one took the first on and cut a line down the baby’s chest, and put the needle in to his stomach. The baby winched but then calmed down. He refilled the needle with another needle and en put it in an a few other organs and veins the stopped. A forth one stitched the baby up and then handed him off to the man near the slime and he put him in through the top. The baby rested there sleeping as the stitches healed quickly in the ooze and slowly made the baby stronger and he drank it.
Why you here? Go somewhere else.
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