New story, new excerpt

So I have an idea for a new story, based on Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians" (also known as "And Then There Were None"). The original book is kind of a locked-room mystery, but on steroids - the room is an entire island, and there are ten characters and ten deaths on it. My idea brings the setting down a little in scale - the island is a hospital ER - but hopefully keeps the spirit of the thing. I actually started it earlier this year while bored in class and then forgot about it, but I think it's a really fun idea, so I'm going to pursue it. So here's the beginning of it - nothing exciting happening yet, basically just scene-setting and character introductions.

Chapter: 1. New story, not related to previous excerpts
Word count: 379
Excerpt length: 379
Editing: A bit of spell-checking, but that's it

Doctor Sam Tyler set his dinner tray down on top of a table that sat at the edge of the hospital cafeteria. Sitting down in front of it, he regarded the meatloaf with mild disinterest for a moment and then switched his gaze to the snow that was falling outside the window. It had started as flurries half an hour ago, but it had quickly progressed into a heavy fall that bore all the hallmarks of an incipient blizzard.

Tyler, like most emergency workers, hated snow. He intended to savor his dinner - as much as cafeteria food could be savored - because he knew that this was going to be a long night in the ER. Spin-outs on the highway, old ladies who ventured out onto the slippery sidewalk and promptly broke a hip, and young men with god-complexes who thought they were immune to frostbite (no matter how long they played king-of-the-hill in the snow drifts) would appear at regular intervals all afternoon and into the evening.

He was suddenly glad he’d talked the nurses into brewing the coffee at their ER station double-strength tonight.

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“Hey, have you seen the Dickhead Doctor?”

Jennifer Bergen looked up from the computer she’d been entering a patient’s information into and found Sophia Rodriguez, a fellow nurse, standing next to her chair. “What?” she asked her friend distractedly.

“Doctor Dickhead,” Rodriguez tried again. “Tyler,” she finally clarified when Bergen continued to look blank. “The grabby doctor? Geez, where have you been for the past six months?”

“Oh, right.” Jennifer shook her head as if to clear it. “I knew that. I’m just completely zoned out tonight with this snow.” She paused. “What did you ask me?”

“Tyler,” Sophia reminded her. “Where is he?”

She thought about it for a second. “No idea. I haven’t seen him since he re-set that dislocated shoulder an hour ago. Maybe he went to get something to eat?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Sophia rolled her eyes. “All I know is he better get his ass back here before all hell starts breaking loose.”

Both women looked up at the ER’s lone window, through which little was visible except the increasingly heavy snow. Jennifer sighed. “This is going to be a long night.”