"I never would have gone into that building if I had only known what was going to happen. Even though living here in Somewhere in Nevada is hell enough, I'd never seen anything like this type of horror before. Ever. And all of it was just in the back of my mind, hiding away until, now..."

Hank leaned against the side of the building and peered over the edge. Just another day in the altered part of Nevada known as "Somewhere in Nevada". A place where no normal human could get to. It didn't seem possible to live here in the chaos the Improbability Drive's constant rage, but somehow they did it. He did it. No one was in sight so Hank ran over to the ladder and quickly climbed up. On the roof it was abandoned, no guards. But he still wouldn't get his hopes up, not until he confirmed that this place had truly been abandoned by The Auditor. Hank kept his pistol close as he examined the rooftop. There was nothing here, or maybe that's what they wanted him to think. Though Hank isn't stupid and far from it. Spotting windows he looked in, nothing was there, but a foul odor arose when he opened the window seal. Whatever it was, it smelled fresh.

Wanting to make a silent approach Hank dropped down into the building as quietly as possible. His pistol in his hand he looked down each side of the hallway. The stench that was there reeked and it seemed to be coming from the hall behind him. Cautiously he moved towards the source of the smell and when he thought he reached it he couldn't believe his own eyes. Stacked bodies of bloody 1337s and grunts laid there by the staircase, parts of limbs were missing, clothing ripped, blood splatters everywhere. Bodies littered the staircase and the stench had mixed in with the smell of blood. And Hank had a bad feeling about this, but he wanted to know the reason behind this.

Down the stairs he tried to avoid the bodies as he followed the unpleasant scent. It may be the cause of those grunts and 1337s' deaths. Every step meant a step closer to the answer he's looking for. Hank took many turns as he followed the scent, and every turn it got stronger and every turn it got worse. ATPs, OBSVs, they had appeared next. Their yellow blood painted the floor and walls, their bodies chopped into many pieces and placed together as if they were rag dolls. The way they were put together was worse than any kind of abuse he could picture. How could this have happened and what could be the cause, Hank's thoughts were frustrated. But there was nothing he could do but continue on and so he did.

A basement or something related to a basement was where he was taken to next. The dim lighting didn't help at all for him, he would have to rely on his other senses until he could see better. Clicking the pistol's setting from normal to mega didn't relieve any of his tension. So far he had been met with seeing the cruel fate of grunts, 1337s, ATPs, and OBSVs. Walking slowly keeping an eye out on every corner of the room, something that sounded like glass shattered to his far right. Swiftly moving towards the direction the noise had come from Hank back up. He felt as if he was going to be sick. His stomach flipped at the sight. Every single Mag Agents were there, laying on the ground, or what you could call what was left of them. All of their heads, sat on a shelf, each one of them marked with a date and name as if they were trophies.

Running out of the basement like room he slammed close a door behind him. His heart pounded in his chest. The darkness of the room made him unable to see, but the stench was definitely coming from this room. The room slowly lit up into a white light. It was a boxed room with only one way out, and that was the door behind him. At the back of the room, little figures on strings hung down from the ceiling like puppets. As the light got brighter the more he recognized them. The puppets, all of them, he wanted to scream-The Auditor, Jebus, Sanford, Deimos, The Sheriff and Tricky, they all hung down from the ceiling, little puppets. Then that last one, the one that frightened him the most, it was him. A puppet of himself. They all started to move forward towards him, some, bleeding from the mouth and making horrible groans.

Trying to open the door it was sealed lock and he was unable to escape. He shot at it but the bullets just ricochet. Using all brute force he beat the door down running for his life. What the hell was going on!? He didn't want to find out. Knowing the whole way, he went back the way he came. The dead ATPs, OBSVs, 1337s and grunts had come to life chasing him down. As he reached a door the said "EXIT" he shot down the zombies. As he pushed the door open they had grabbed hold of his legs. Shooting them he soon ran out of ammo and was consumed into the darkness.

Hank awoke laying outside of the building he had entered and saw all the horror. Had it been all a dream? He smelled smoke, sitting up he was met with Sanford and Deimos. The two smiled to see him finally awake.

"Hey look who decided to come back from the dead. Dream well sleeping beauty?" Deimos joked as he flicked the ash off his cigarette. Hank looked to both of them and stood up in a rush.

"What the hell happened?" Hank questioned.

"Don't know, but we found you lying outside of this building." Sanford answered. So it was all a dream then, none of it was real? But it seemed so-

"Right. Lets just go." Hank replied wanting to get as far away from there as possible. It was for the best anyways. He would get The Auditor to check out that building later.