Mason pulled his arms through the straps of his bag and stepped out of the car, rolling his shoulders forward to adjust the bag. He opened the back door and pulled out a camera bag from under one of the seats. He had kept his more professional camera in Yolanda’s car as he knew they usually used her car when going on small filming outings anyway. He gave the inside of the car one last look-over before closing the door and catching up to Yolanda around the front gates. As he turned the corner he could hear chains rattling as his friend struggled to cut them with a pair of bolt cutters. He gave her a short grin at her request for assistance. Setting the camera bag down, Mason reached for the bolt cutters, pausing to say a kind “May I?” before slowing taking them from Yolanda’s grasp.

Bolt cutters in hand, Mason lifted one leg up against the chains and pinned it against the gate. He settled the bolt cutters between two links before tightly gripping the giant scissors in his palm. A struggled groan escaped him as the blade cut through the thick chain. Mason lost his balance as the gate opened away from him slightly from the pressure of his foot. He staggered back and managed to catch himself before he could topple back with the sharp bolt cutters. He looked at Yolanda with a sheepish smile, his face slightly hot in embarrassment. “Heh, got ‘em,” he said with a hint of a giggle. He returned the bolt cutters to Yolanda before grabbing his camera bag and readjusting the pack on his back. Mason stared ahead of him at the abandoned building, breathing in the eerie air that surrounds it. “Welp,” he muttered, pushing opened the gates with some effort. The gate creaked as the rusty hinges grinding against one another. [i]As if this place needs anymore creepy ambiance…[/i] he thought.

Mason stepped onto the cobble path leading to the front entrance of the facility and glanced over his shoulder at Yolanda, gesturing his head toward the building. “Now or never,” he said, a croaked laugh forcing its way out.