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"...IT'S ABANDONDED." Y/n whispered, peeking inside the poorly maintained building that she came across.
After walking through the sprinkling rain for about 15 minutes, she found a semi-large, two story abandoned motel on the outskirts of the city.
The metal door creaked open, y/n pressing her lips together with anxiety. That was really loud...
She quickly entered the building, carefully closing the door behind her. Though it seemed no one was around, it was safer to stay stealthy and to be as silent as possible.
Y/n tiptoed down the long hallway, turning the corner to be met with another hallway. After twisting and turning through long and short halls, she came across a small room, its wide door was open.
She pressed her back against the wall, slowly leaning her head in the doorway to see what was in the room. Inside, was a small box television, it playing the local news. The light from the T.V illuminated the entire area. There was a table in the corner of the room, a candle lit in the center of it. Underneath the table was—
A MINI FRIDGE!!!
Y/n ran into the room, kneeling by the fridge. She quickly opened it, snacks and drinks greeting her. Her eyes twinkled with glee, her stomach growling in turn. "...Some of this is making me nauseous though..."
