She'd heard the stories about what happened in this building, but she never believed them. Still, one can never be too careful, so she approached with caution. She opened the door and walked slowly inside, making sure to check everything twice. She saw a door at the end of a hallway, and was sure this was the place she was sent to investigate. She walked into the room and immediately saw the blood. It looks like it's been there a while, probably the result of some poor animal becoming something's meal. She ignored it; after all, if it was anything to worry about, it'd be fresh. At least that's what she thought. Still slightly on guard she continued to search the room. Aside from the blood, everything seemed as normal as the day they said it happened. She had cleared the whole room except for one thing, the large cupboard at the far side of the room. Feeling completely at ease, having found nothing thus far, she flung open the cupboard with no regard to what may be inside. Wrong move. Suddenly she was face to face with him….the man who had gone missing all those years ago; still wearing his security uniform, covered in blood. She jumped back and screamed. Realizing that her screams did her no good, she regained composure. She studied his body. His face had been carved in what appeared to be a tribal design. It was then that she realized how wrong she was. The stories were true. Still, the body, just like the blood, had been there for years, judging by its condition, so she continued without much worry. She checked the rest of the building for other victims and discovered this poor man had died alone. By this time it was getting dark, so she decided to set up her living space in the back of the building. It was going to be a long month if this was all she had to work with. She sat and watched the stars at night; she always did love the sky. She quickly found ways to pass the time by watching the animals and clouds in the day. If she wasn't so in love with nature, she'd probably be driven insane out there all alone. She managed to keep her sanity and still keep herself safe until day 29 of her 30 day stay. She decided she should pack up her stuff and get ready for morning. They would come pick her up in the morning; she just hoped they remembered she was out here. It wasn't that she was scared; she had plenty of supplies left. She was just bored beyond belief after 28 days of nothing. She was rolling up her sleeping bag, feeling slightly disappointed at her lack of results when she heard it. The sound of hooves, and it was getting closer. She found this slightly unusual, since there hadn't been an animal large enough to make that sound since she'd been there, but still, she brushed it off. Suddenly the sound stopped. She turned around to see where the animal had gone and was met with something entirely different. Sitting on a dark red mini horse with a giant coconut in his hand was Joe. She turned and ran. She tried to make it back inside the building but she was caught. He lifted her up into the air and threw her down. He smashed the coconut over her head, breaking both it and her skull into pieces. He picked up one of the sharp pieces and began carving into her face. She should have believed the stories.
The next day they came to get her. They were a late to pick her up and saw that her camp had been neatly packed up and her bags were sitting on the edge of the road. They looked around the building and found that it was as nice and clean as it could be. She must have gotten bored and cleaned. They saw no sign of her and figured she must have walked down the road to look for them. They put her bags in the back of the truck and went looking for her. After a couple miles in each direction, they realized she had not walked to meet them, but instead, she was missing. They decided to check her bags for a note or some clue as to where she had gone. They searched the smaller bags first, leaving a large, heavy duffel bag for last. Finally they opened the last bag. They found her, but not before Joe.