Hurricane, Utah. Pizzaplex.

The silence was so quiet it was almost eerie, but it would have been even more eerie to hear something, or someone. Even the girl’s careful steps echoed throughout the room. Cassie carefully made her way through the abandoned complex, once incredibly bright and noisy, but now reminiscent of an abandoned city that life had left long ago, but traces of it remained. Here and there was piles of disgustingly smelling garbage and broken structures, bare wires hung from the walls - that did not sound very safe. Faded posters still hung on the walls, and in the corners one could find partially burnt and dusty plushies and merchandise that had once been coveted souvenirs. A beam of light from a flashlight in the girl's right hand, illuminating her way, and in her pocket Cassie had a small walkie-talkie, with which she communicated with Gregory- the reason why she was here.