They find a lab.

Walking through the door with the flashlight Infront of me. Seeing tables filled with vials and beakers. Each full of chemicals or substances. With every inch of the table covered in dust.

Sarah and I slowly walked past the lab stations. Seeing more tables either covered in more glass wear or covered in files.

My phone had barely lit up the room. And the charge was depleting too. Though as Sarah was still half blind she wasn’t able to see the table her leg would bump into. Shifting the table slightly, disturbing the dust and knocking over a sealed beaker to the ground.

Something I bore witness too. Though with her meek sorry I walked over to the beaker to see it was the size of a basketball. It was entirely filled with a black, oil like substance that spilled from the broken beaker.

It broke in the floor, but it was right between both of us, with myself being a few steps farther away.

Yet as my light brushed passed it it seemed that the puddle of ink reacted to the light. When I shown my phone light on it the puddle began to convulse. Like the light irritated the liquid. But it seemed that now it somehow knew about both Sarah and I.