9:30 PM. The abandoned cement factory on the outskirts of town.
No streetlights around. Just the pale moonlight casting shadows on the giant rusted steel tanks.
I'd arrived half an hour early.
The factory gate was caked in thick rust. I pushed one side open and slipped through. The air was thick with dry cement dust and the sharp stench of engine oil.
Broken rebar and gravel crunched under my feet.
"Don't go left! There's a deep pit under that rusty conveyor belt!" A piece of threaded rebar sticking up from the ground shouted a warning.
I veered right and kept going.
"Take the stairs! The second-floor control platform is the safest spot!" The fuse box on the wall clicked and clattered.
I climbed the metal stairs up to the second-floor platform. From up there, I had a clear view of
