Rain pelted the derelict ahead no more than it did your clothes. Michelle, a good friend, had spoke of a 'survival tip.' You thought nothing of it, but she seemed intrigued; excited, even.

The creaks of a door's hinges longing for a spot of oil greeted you first. What Michelle had planned tutoring you in what used to be a sawmill felt without leads... Then again, you weren't exactly sure of Michelle sanity-wise.

'Oh good, you came!' She declared from the dark, spooking you half-to-death. Her silhouette was nearly identicle with the background, but a small glisten of a toothy smile reminded you that shr was still there. She stepped out and was quick to continue.

'Check this out...'

She raised a pail high above her head, then spilt the remainder of its contents on herself. A sloshy, red liquid streaked the bulk of her coat. She tossed the pail aside.

'Now not one of those brainless motherfuckers will smell me,' she seemed awfully proud of her work, 'I'm totally invisible!' She added.