The visual scene ahead is chaos at its finest. It looks like eighty insane men with giant caulking guns were let loose for five minutes to see what they could do. There is scarcely an inch that isn't dripping with sickly yellow foam. You pick and choose your steps slowly, afraid what the stuff might eat through your shoes. Such pickyness slows your progress considerably.
Anna makes a squeaking noise behind you. Turning around slowly, you see that she has got her boot cracking open one of the doors. You tip toe over to help her, noticing a steady flow of water emerging from underneath the door frame. Miraculously avoiding the puddle of foam and water, the two of you force open the door and step inside. The smell lessens as the rain patters heavily on the linoleum floor. Looking up, you see the roof has suffered major insult here. What isn't gone completely is tattered, blackened and dancing with the wind.
We have confirmation.
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