Damp and Cold
We were a team of four, kneeling in the wet fallen leaves waiting for the Fire Department to leave. They were storing vehicles next to the decrepit children's building at the old TB hospital in tents and under tarps... and taking their time as the chilly rain worked its way into our bones. I was thinking that a few degrees cooler and a heavy snow would have been much more preferable to this soaking rain. Once the tents were zipped up and vehicles left, it was time to sprint past the cameras and clamber into the old building.
I split off from our group and poked around the pitch black lower floors a bit more this time around; gurneys with ominous, thick black covers were waiting for me in the dripping darkness.