Colin presses his head against the door to check for sounds.
“They’re gone...” he said with a breath, “time to gear up.”
“We don’t have any “gear” to up with...” Lynn snarked.
Everyone just stared at her utterly confused.
“You know what I mean!” Lynn snapped.
“That’s why we’re going to look.” Colin replied.
“Oh yeah, let’s just poke around the creepy ass old building! Smart!” Lynn snapped. “What about going to the van?!”
“Too risky, without weapons we’re as good as bimbofied.” Colin calmly replied.
“Yeah, that sure as hell helped our friends back at the hotel!” Lynn yelled.
“Quiet!” Colin whispered.
“Why?! Why should I?!” Lynn yelled.
“BECAUSE I’M NOT LOSING ANYONE ELSE!” Colin boomed, shaking the dusty old walls.
“Now....” Colin breathed heavily, “let’s start looking...”
The crew split up and began combing the rooms in pairs.
Lynn picked up a rusty old hammer, and smiled as Jackson traded it for a nice looking knife. Mary Anne borrowed it, sharpening some old pool cues to a point. Margaret grabbed old bottles, Chester a crowbar. Colin found a broken hockey stick, taping on a rusted fan blade.
“Some of this stuff seems odd.” Noted Connor as he lit a lighter.
Everyone gasped as they saw the lit floor; it was covered in discarded clothes and backpacks full of goods, all splattered in pungent white gunk.
“We need to get out of here.” Colin said.
The crew slipped out the door as a group of DD breasted bimbos came to see who yelled earlier. Colin watched them through a hole as they shrugged and flopped onto the mess on the floor, furiously fingering themselves with sensual moans.
“Okay, back to the van....” Colin said, scowling while emphasizing, “quietly.”