Outside, the wind whipped the snow across the roads. Already you could barely see anything. It was too cold to be out. The snowstorm blindfolded the town, muffling the world in white silence.
Inside the warehouse, it was quite dark. Years of dust had covered the windows with a thin layer and only a faint light filtered through. Each footstep echoed, leaving behind a trail of footprints through the dust. Boxes of different sizes were piled high, like strange towers. Cobwebs hung between the boxes like lace nets. An abandoned ladder lay at an awkward angle across what looked like an old television set. Its wires spilled out. Max stood still for a moment and let his breathing settle.
It was then that he heard it. The faintest of sounds – a floorboard creaked. Then, another. He stood quite still, his senses alert, straining to listen. For a long while it was quite quiet – only the distant murmurings of the wind drifting snow. Then somebody coughed …
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Outside, sheets of white snow wrapped the land. The snow had snatched the colour of everything in it's grasp. Max took a deep breath trying to steady the worried thoughts. Hesitating, Max waded through the snow. He tried to stifle his footsteps as much as possible. There was an eerie silence which made him think twice about what he was doing. Every footstep he made, the
rusty warehouse became clearer.
The entrance of the warehouse seemed fairly normal. As Max walked closer, he saw wet footprints leading to the door. Then he realised he was not alone. His thoughts were conflicted: was he at risk? Slowly, he opened the door. Holding his breath, he creeped in. The door shut behind him giving Max a shiver. The windows were barricaded not letting the slightest light through. The old, worn warehouse was stuck in the past. Boxes were stacked on flimsy shelves -
It was a disaster waiting to happen. Old tech and TV sets stood on the floor, wires spilling out.
Max crouched down waiting for the biting snowstorm to calm down.
It was then he heard a noise, his hearing was more sensitive to the slightest sound. He ran to the door. Max reached for the door handle but his hand missed. He turned round and realised the door handle must have fallen off. Looking for another way to escape, the floorboard creaked. But it wasn't Max, it couldn't be. He was climbing for the window ready to dismount the barricades but then, just as he opened the window, someone coughed.