Here is the storyline of the first chapter of my new short movie
“Sincerely Sensational Sentience”
Comments are really appreciated
Enjoy
Sincerely Sensational Sentience by Emre Cagatay Eren
CHAPTER 1 (The Doctor)
The doctor in his well kept yet obviously aging patched up attire walked down the spotless dry surface of the asylums hallway. He would always make sure to keep his hospital clean and dry even though it had been 12 years since any inspectors arrived. They had stopped arriving because all of the 8 mischievous members of the regulatory committee had perished along with the most of the rest of the world in a fire caused by the apocalypse which was a result of the fifth freedom war.
As he lightly treaded in the hallway where they kept some of the more persistent madmen madwomen and indeed madpersons, he glimpsed at the cages of those unwilling to accept life as it is, with pity, and an almost revered sense of disgust. Some would jump around, some would yell all day long or until they lost their voice, some would masturbate, some would smile, some would pull their hair. How like apes he thought. How indeed. He called the elevator but after remembering it hadnt worked in quite a while, decided to take the stairs warmly greeting the staff members he met on his way down.
The building itself was constructed to be a hotel at first but later converted to an asylum after the hotel owner had gone bankrupt and the government had taken over his assets. Even though the building consisted of 2 wings and 5 floors most of the left wing was not used because it was damaged during the war. It was hard enough heating one wing anyway the doctor thought. He exited the hospital and was immediately greeted by two great and tiresome foes; the everlasting winter, and that damned mechanic!
I dont really know how long it will last out there doc grunted the old greasy dirty mechanic. He continued with a witty grin on his face Here are the documents that she needs to sign. He handed him an old overfilled brown folder held together by elastic rope with a sticker on the side saying HER which the doctor relieved the mechanic of with discernable distaste. After which the mechanic raised his hand towards the doctor as if he were expecting compensation for having filled his car with some gas and started trying to make some small talk like;
Its really cold out today, worse than yester-
Yes you should be going back inside I dont want you get a cold again.
Resigning, the mechanic continued All right doctor drive safely and the chains are in the back of the car if you need them as he hurried back inside.
The car was a very old cyan bmw isetta 250 covered in snow and frozen dirt and parts of it had chipped off due to corrosion.
The doctor started rambling on IF I need them! Of course Ill need them. What does he need money for anyway? Ungrateful
.cursing to himself and putting the chains on, as he unwittingly fought the unwilling frozen car door for a while finally lifting it open and trying very hard to fit in. Realizing he left the documents out on the sidewalk he got out of the car again to get them. He then placed them behind him in the car and closed the door again as annoyed as possible and he was off on his journey towards the Crimson Dam, the mechanic yelling behind him I could not fix the heater! but giving up after feeling his empty pockets.
As he journeyed through the remnants of the early 21st century Istanbul, the weather started to take a course for the worse. After a few too many close calls, battling with an old map of the city, a lot of muttering of where am I and how do I get there again? , and almost freezing to death his car ran out of fuel though luckily right when he reached the crimson dam. He gave the car a good kick in the back only to discover it hurt his leg more than it hurt the back of the car.
The color of the dam itself had faded to a mix of dark red and brown rust almost entirely covered by the wet sticky snow that had started pouring out of the sky 15 or so minutes ago.
He approached the gargantuan structure with cautious optimism. He did not have time to wonder where to knock for suddenly parts of the dams defenses became alive with ear screeching noises in a carnival of light.
A turret detected the old bmw and with one precisely fired missile the old junk went up in flames though not much of this could be seen due to the ever increasing snowfall.
Another turret turned its carnivorous eyes on the now bipedal doctor as a commanding voice echoed over the white lifeless plains.
Alas the language the voice used was unknown to the good doctor yet he tried his best to comprehend what was going on. In the bravest tone he could muster out of his freezing body he uttered I am here to see HER
. SHE needs to sign these documents.
The voice continued in an unknown yet obviously angry language and than suddenly stopped and a little while later the voice rose again this time a little more calm and centered Is SHE expecting you?
Yes I have an appointment
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At 2:30
Sorry about the car.
Thats all right if you hadnt done it I would have
The entrance opened up slightly to let the good doctor through. He could not help but notice some snow covered corpses at the foot of the dam as the doors closed shut behind him.
. I just wanted get a few ideas down without having to sketch them.
