Quinn was delighted. He walked up to the property, excited to explore. He had his polaroid camera around his neck, and was ready to get evidence. He was an urban explorer. He went to old abandoned buildings, took pictures, and walked around. He hoped for strange occurrences. That's what he lived for.
He walked up to the decrepit looking building, and looked around. The walls were crumbling, the windows were broken, and everything was dirty.
He went inside, and it was even worse. It looked like a lab, or a workshop of some kind. It looked like a tornado had come through.
He walked around for a little, taking pictures of especially weird or beat-down things, until he turned a corner and saw a girl.
She was just laying on the middle of the floor. He was a little wary of going near her, but a few light prods with a stick proved that she wasn't going to react. He went over and examined her for a moment. She was pretty, but he was still a bit on edge. She looked kind of weak and sickly, like she hadn't eating in a while. He couldn't just leave her there. He shook her, and tried to wake her up.