Brayden looked down over the edge of the big abandoned building and felt a bit of dread as he now had to scale down this crumbling thing before anyone showed up. It took long enough to go up now he'd need to do it without being able to see where he was going as he slowly climbed down the side of the ruined building. If he could just make it two stories down he'd be able to slip into the busted windows and then head down the rest in the mostly in tact stairs. Slow but steady he managed to make it down the building until he was on the second floor. He was running down the steps now thinking he was home free when he saw some flashlights coming from down the steps.
"Fuck!" he whispered to himself rushing back up to the third and finding a place to hide. He saw the two goons looking around the floor a moment and he almost had a small panic attack as one of the guards moved past the old desk he was hiding under. Eventually he hear them move on to the next floor and he smiled to himself thinking he was in the clear now. Before he could crawl out from the desk he was hiding under he heard the floor crack and shift.
"Oh fuck!" he said moving quickly as the part of the floor he was on started to brake just as he popped out from the desk it caved in sending him and all the wood and run down office furniture down a floor. He slammed down letting out a groan before the second floor cracked and again the same thing happened as the floor started to cave in until there was a loud thud as he landed in a big pile of wood and dust in the lobby. The last thing he saw was the out dated 80s design of the lobby before he finally blacked out.
Some time passed and Brayden started to stir in a hospital bed. He felt a bit achy and dizzy. His body felt all wrong and a little numb as he was just starting to get some feeling back. As his eyes opened and closed and his vision started to get into focus the first thing he could see was a big P&R logo hanging on the wall.
