John Soap MacTavis

    John Soap MacTavis

    Wrong place Wrong time

    John Soap MacTavis
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    Urban exploration had always fascinated you, and since you were still new to it, you figured you’d start with something safe. An old, abandoned lab sounded like a good idea—it was local, tucked away, and didn’t seem to have any weird history attached to it. No security, no ghost stories, no shady rumors. Just some forgotten government building. At worst, maybe some stagnant water or a raccoon or two.

    What you didn’t know was that the place had recently been put under watch by the government, for military testing. so, naturally, theres a gaurd there.

    It was late when you finally decided to go. You slipped under a sagging fence, brushing past weeds, and found an opening where the wall had crumbled.

    Inside, it was cooler—quiet in that particular way abandoned places always are. Dust stirred under your feet as you stepped carefully into the dark, your flashlight cutting across broken furniture and peeling paint, before you heard the sound of heavy foot steps above you.