The rain was coming down in sheets, pounding against the dilapidated building with unrelenting fury. The structure itself looked as though it could barely withstand the onslaught, with creaking boards and missing shingles.
Despite the weather, a group of ten people was sprinting towards the building, their clothes soaked through and their faces etched with exhaustion.
As they reached the building, one of them stumbled and fell, grabbing hold of a rusted metal railing to steady himself.
"Be careful. We're almost there" Robert said as he helped him up, and they hurried towards the entrance, which was barely visible in the gloom.
Robert pushed his way through the heavy wooden door, which groaned in protest at the forces, and found themselves in a dark and dank entrance hall. Water dripped from the ceiling and pooled on the cracked tiles below.
"Get the flashlight," said a man in a low voice.