The Game.

A phone call was made by an anonymous individual, informing our team that there had been suspicious activity in an abandonned house arround their neighbourhood. The individual not wanting to give their identity was quite suspicious, so we tried to track them down, just to find out they used a phone booth to contact us. We would further investigate to find the misterious clue giver, but for the time being, the abandonned building was our biggest clue and our priority.

I immediately went to the site with a team consisting of four paramedics and four ex FBI agents. The place had quite the odd aura. The tumbledown building was gloomy and the air arround it was thick. We got inside just to realise how big the place actually was. The inside of the place did not look better than its facade; broken furniture and broken glass lying arround, all sorts of insects crawling and flying arround and the smell, a mixture of rotting matter and urine. The walls were discolored, covered with mold that turned them black , filled with cracks from which plants grew and it looked like the building could collapse anytime.

We went on looking through the rooms from the floor below then going up the hazardous stairs. Each time we checked and found nothing, my anxiety grew bigger.What if it was a trap and we just got set up ? What if 'the messager' and their twisted mind understood we were after them and was now trying to get rid of us?

My anxiety slowly turned into anger that was burning me from inside. Why would I be scared of them? I refuse to give in to panic, I was trained to stay calm. I cannot fear them, I don't have the time to. My only focus is to find a clue, whatever it might be. Amber's life and my sanity depended on it.

After looking arround for what felt like an eternity without finding anything,we went down the stairs,and I was starting to think all of this was a bad joke . But all of a sudden, we heard a thud, as if something heavy fell to the ground. Then, a scream pierced the thick air and cries were heard. But, where? Where could this be coming from? We've been looking for hours, scanning every room.

Then, I noticed that the cries were pretty clear ; that meant the person crying could not be too far.
"Follow me", and they followed me to a small room, not far from where we were. The cries were now clearer, but the room was still empty. One of the ex FBI agents looked arround the room then signaled us to come closer.

The floor was discolored and dirty all arround the room, except for the corner. He tried to pull off one of the tiles and it came off without any resistence. We kept removing tiles and under them was a lever. I pulled on it and it lead to a small basement. The room was dark, with only a small bulb lighting the whole room.

It somehow smelt and looked worst than upstairs in this room ; blood stained the dirty floor and the walls, rotting food from which larvas crawling in and out of served on metal plates in which I wouldn't feed the most cruel creature. Cocroaches, flies and insects of all kind crawling and flying  everywhere. The strong smell of ammonia made me gag and water seeped through the cracks of the unpainted walls. There was a dirty matress on the dirty floor in the corner on which I assumed they all slept.

At the other corner of the room was a man laying unconcious and growling in pain. Another man held a knife covered in blood who was saying ' I'm sorry, I'm sorry...' on repeat while weeping. Three women were sitting there, all in tears, two of them trying to wake the man up.They weren't in a better state than the room; their hands and knees were covered in blisters and their hair looked greasy. Their skin and clothes were covered in all the strange fluids on the floor. Their so said clothes were teared at some places and looked more like rags than actual garments.

The paramedics immediately took the man out of the basement and gave him first aid before getting him to the hospital to the emergency room, fearing that the wound would get infected . The man with the knife was handcuffed and brought out of the room without any resistance. Two of the girls ran up to the ex FBI agents who brought them up and lead them to safety. But the last one of them looked straight into my eyes  and said this sentence, sending a shiver down my spine ; " the game, it's not over yet... not until we all die", before fainting into my arms.

I stood there, petrified. Not by fear of what I just witnessed, but by her words. If what she was saying was true, Amber might be in an even greater danger than I thought. I was scared, that we would not find her alive.

End of chapter 2.