The crew was buzzing with excitement as we gathered at the Traphouse for our next adventure. We'd picked out an old, abandoned factory for our exploration. It was said to be one of the most intriguing locations in the area due to its massive size and the mysterious artifacts left behind.

"Have you guys seen the photos online?" Jake asked, spreading out a map on the table. "This place is supposed to be massive. We'll need to stick together so we don't get lost."

"Sounds good to me," Sam said, packing up the last of our gear. "I'm ready for another epic exploration."

Nora and I were double-checking our cameras, making sure everything was set for the shoot. Colby and Jake were going over the logistics of our route while Sam reviewed the safety protocols.

"Alright, everyone ready?" Jake asked as he grabbed his flashlight and walked towards the door. "Let's get this adventure started."

The abandoned factory was on the outskirts of town, a hulking structure of crumbling brick and rusted steel. As we approached, the building loomed ominously against the twilight sky. The entrance was boarded up, but Jake managed to find a gap big enough for us to squeeze through.

We entered through a narrow, dark corridor, our flashlights cutting through the thick gloom. The factory's interior was a maze of decaying machinery, old conveyor belts, and piles of debris. The air was thick with dust and the scent of mildew.

"Alright, let's split up and cover more ground," Jake suggested. "Nora and Wren, you two take the east wing. Colby, Sam, and I will check out the west wing. We'll meet back here in an hour."

Nora and I nodded in agreement, our excitement mingling with a tinge of apprehension. We made our way into the east wing, which was filled with old office spaces and storage rooms. The flickering lights of our flashlights illuminated faded documents, broken furniture, and rusted filing cabinets.

"This place is so creepy," I said, peering into an old storage room cluttered with abandoned equipment. "But it's also kind of fascinating."

"I know, right?" Nora agreed, snapping photos of the eerie surroundings. "It's like stepping into a time capsule."

We explored further into the east wing, documenting everything and marveling at the relics of a bygone era. We found a room filled with old, dusty machinery that had long since stopped working. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the floor was littered with debris.

As we moved deeper into the factory, we heard a loud crash from the west wing. Our hearts skipped a beat.

"Did you hear that?" Nora asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing my radio. "Jake, Sam, Colby, are you guys okay?"

There was a brief static on the other end before Jake's voice came through, sounding strained. "We're fine, but Colby tripped and hurt his ankle. We're coming back to the main area."

Nora and I hurried back to the main corridor, our flashlights cutting through the darkness. As we approached, we saw Jake and Sam helping Colby, who was sitting on the floor with a pained expression on his face.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked, rushing over to them.

Colby winced as he tried to move. "I'm fine, just twisted my ankle pretty badly. I don't think I can walk on it."

"We need to get him out of here," Jake said, his voice laced with worry. "Sam, can you help me carry him?"

"I've got it," Sam said, nodding as he helped Jake lift Colby up.

Nora and I cleared a path for them, making sure to avoid any obstacles. The trek back to the entrance was slow and careful, the dim light from our flashlights barely cutting through the oppressive darkness.

"We'll get you out of here," I said, trying to reassure Colby. "Just hang in there."

We carefully navigated through the factory, our progress hampered by Colby's injury and the treacherous footing. Each step was measured and cautious, ensuring we didn't encounter any further obstacles.

Finally, we reached the entrance. Jake and Sam carefully lowered Colby to the ground as we squeezed back through the gap in the boards.

Once outside, we helped Colby to a nearby car. Jake drove us to the nearest urgent care clinic, where Colby received treatment for his ankle. It turned out to be a severe sprain, and the doctor advised him to keep it elevated and rested.

As Colby settled into the waiting room with his ankle propped up, we all took a moment to catch our breath. The adrenaline from the night's events had left us all on edge, but we were relieved that Colby was getting the care he needed.

"I'm really sorry about tonight," Jake said, sitting next to Colby. "I didn't expect anything like this to happen."

"It's okay," Colby said, trying to smile despite his discomfort. "Accidents happen. We just need to be more careful next time."

"We'll make sure to be extra cautious," Nora agreed. "Safety comes first."