Utterly Mad

The floors creaked under Thomas and the crew's combined weight, its wooden-wailing grated on Thomas's shooken nerves. He wasn't the type of man that did well in abandoned buildings, saw a man fall straight through some water damaged floors once; the sight was horrid, amongst the shards of disgusting wooden planks, laid a broken and battered man with sharp bones jutting from his steely sailor skin. That was also the last time Thomas was ever on the exploration team, took the rest of the crew hours to coerce Thomas down from his perch.

Whether the fear was from that disgusting sensation of "freedom" that comes with falling, or the fact that he'd end up widowing his wife in one step. He didn't like places where he'd have to 'watch his step'.

With a heavy feeling like a cannon ball sitting in his gut, he took a deep breath and slowly proceeded towards the wrecked dressers, hoping to find some clues as to what happened to the previous owners.