Anne sighed, nodding.

"I'll go."

Tasha looked at both of them like they were insane, shaking her head. With a low sigh, she stepped forward, continuing on.

Before long the small group came across a rotted desk, covered in mold. Anne stepped forward, tapping it with her machete. The wood groaned in retort and she quickly stopped.

Motioning towards some molded chairs, Anne left the desk, choosing to instead focus on those. An abandoned wheelchair sat beside one of the chairs, clearly rusted.

While Tasha and Anne looked at the chair, they were unaware of Chelsea finding interest in some boarded up rooms off to the side. They only realized when a scream reached them.

Hurriedly running towards the sound, both girls stopped, seeing Chelsea on the ground. Tasha quickly helped her up, looking around in fear.

"What happened?"

Chelsea held onto Tasha's shoulder, steadying herself.

"There-There was a mask! In-In the window I swear!"

Anne stared at her suspiciously, cocking a brow. She looked at the window Chelsea was pointing at. It was fairly small, broken bars on it, like a prison cell.

"Mask? Why would there be anybody else here. This is private property, technically owned by the city."

Chelsea turned to face her, a scared look on her face.

"Anne I got it on camera, and I don't have anything with me to edit something like that."

Tasha nodded, putting her hands on her hips.

"Can you describe this mask?"

"It uh... It was grey, with these stripes painted down the center in dark blue. I think the eyes were black, or something like that... I know it wasn't just put there because it turned to face me"

Anne's eyes widened,

"Oh... Yeah okay, I believe you. Why don't we head into the next room, leave this alone for now, yeah?"

Chelsea nodded, starting to head out the door. Tasha followed soon after, while Anne hung back to look around a little. Chelsea approached the second door, this one seemingly stuck. With a grunt she handed the camera off to Tasha, taking the flashlight.

Kicking the door in, it revealed something she wished it hadn't. There, in the corner of the room, was a rotting corpse. Maggots infested it as the smell of death flittered out of the room. Her hand flew to her face as she felt herself gag.

Like her, Tasha was also suffering. Both girls stepped back, coughing wildly. Anne, who heard them, left the room to see what caused the commotion.

Spotting Tasha gagging and Chelsea emptying her stomach behind the counter, she assumed they saw something. Approaching the room that was now open, she saw what caused them to flip. She herself gagged, she wasn't entirely sure what gender the corpse was.

"Oi, Tasha you got those work gloves you hate in the truck?"

Tasha turned to her,

"Don't tell me you plan to touch it."

Anne grinned,

"Alright, I won't. Go grab the gloves, put the camera down and leave the flashlight too will you?"

Tasha frowned, but did as told, putting the camera down and leaving. Anne looked over at Chelsea, who was no longer throwing up, and was instead heading to grab the camera.

"So... Still wanna do this film?"

Chelsea's face twisted into one of determination as she nodded.

"Whoever that person was, they'll just make things more interesting... Although I won't include the dead body part..."

Anne chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah I wouldn't either."

Both of them laughed before going quiet. The air around them grew tense as they both waited for Tasha.

"What do you think they were doing here?"

"Honestly?... Judging by the fact there's a rotting body here, I'd assume they're coming to make sure no one discovered it... Or, who knows, they could be some highschooler messing with us."

Chelsea gulped, looking down.

Before long Tasha came back, tossing the gloves over to Anne, who hurriedly put them on.

"Time to see what you died from..."

Chelsea had the camera ready, entering the room with Anne, who approached the body. Grabbing the arm, Anne flipped the body over as gently as she could, trying not to damage it. She sucked in a breath, seeing the injuries.

"Whoever did this knows what they're doing."

 This was a time they hated that Anne was a forensics student.