Chris stared up at the gigantic building in front of the tiny group. It hadn't looked too bad in the light of day, but with the sun setting behind them it had gained a creepy and ominous look. "Come on Wesker, Flynn." She said quietly. "Let's get inside quick, before we're spotted." She made her way to the huge front door, touching the worn, heavy doors before pushing them open. The loud creak set her teeth on edge, and she shined her flashlight into the building. Right in front of the door was a wide, wooden desk. Next to the desk was an ancient wheelchair. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, to the point that she couldn't hear her own footsteps on the wooden floors. Shined the flashlight up and down the pitch black hallways. She turned to face the boys behind her with a grin. "Where to first?" She asked, forcing her voice to stay light. She didn't want to admit it, but this place gave her the major creeps. She wanted to get these pictures and get out of here, stat.