The rain was just letting up as Albert Newman crossed into Kempsterbank. The streets were quiet, and a light breeze began blowing as Albert turned a corner to see a tall white building ahead. Over its entrance was a fading sign: 'St. Matheos' Hospital'. Albert smiled to himself. "One saint after another." He strode towards the hospital's double doors with a spring in his step.
Albert was hoping to find medical supplies inside, but even more, a place where he could help people and make Malton a better place. He didn't want to have to lose another survivor. Albert stepped through the hospital's broken doors and rubbed his eyes as he stared around the reception area. All the walls were shades of yellow and sky blue, some decorated with cartoon murals of animals and sunshine. A children's hospital.
Readying his handgun, Albert advanced through the colors, watching for any movements or sounds from the shadows. All was silent, but a trail of blood ran up one of the nearest staircases. Steeling himself, Albert proceeded onwards and upwards.
It was evening by the time Albert had checked both floors and was content that the hospital was secure. He had even found a generator on the second floor, and was able to get the lights on. Albert was ready to make a home for himself.
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