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We were out on the edge of town. A light layer of snow crusted the ground, crunching under our feet as we ran laughing round the old factory. We wasted a good three hours like that- I mean no, in light of how things turned out they weren't really wasted- but we kept ourselves from getting down to business until we had tired ourselves out from running in our winter boots like little kids.

Anyway, Jess had the best butt of all the girls so I kept giving her the look as Hakeem laid down the base rules.

"Alright, it's going to be just like an elementary school field trip in there. Look but don't touch, use the buddy system, and if something goes wrong, don't tell your parents."

"I won't," promised Alex. He was a weird kid, pimply and bespectacled. I don't know we brought him along that day.

“I can’t promise what we’ll find inside… I’ve been in places where the floors aren’t good anymore, so watch your step. Not that this place is that old-”

“Let’s just get it out of the way now, Hak. What’s the worst that could happen? We all die young?”

Samantha laughed at my joke. She had really terrible pigtails and a face only a mother could love. I’ll show you if you like.