(( Name: Kendall Cambridge Age: 24 sex: female Bio: Tall with brown hair and brown eyes. pale skin and a weak stomach. A starving reporter looking for her big story- she has been on the tail of a local chemical plant and the effects of the waste on the towns people.)) Kendall tiptoed lightly down the narrow hall, her mother had warned her about this sort of thing. Never go were you're not wanted she would have said. She looked at the mold spotted ceiling tiles, broken and falling out of place. Kendall covered her nose, the stench of wetness and decay being too much for her weak stomach. She hurried, broken bits of glass and plastic snapping under her work boots. "Dammit..." She cursed, shaking her head in disgust. "Why couldn't I just stay in school another year?!" Her favorite t-shirt was stained with grime from the hole she squeezed her body into in order to get inside. The plant was completely empty, doors still locked and everything tucked away neatly. There was a set of wide glass paneled doors at the end of the hallway; she had come too far to simply walk away now. "This is too weird..." Her inquisitive nature took over. Kendall searched around the hallway for something to smash against the locked door. "It's too clean..."