Part 1

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Koda was walking down the street with his headphones blaring some old Nirvana songs when he got to the abandoned apartments. he stopped quickly, looked over his shoulder and vanished in between the apartment building and the house next door. he climbed in through a window silently and into the old messy building, sneaking up the stairs. he had turned off the music. he made sure not to make a sound and stay in the shadows, you could never possibly know what could be in this building. as he approched the 5th floor he was met by a strange smell, coming from nearby. it wasnt the buildings smell tho.. it was something else. before continuing upstairs he decided to go find out. while slowly walking down the hallway, he slowly took of his backpack and reached for his stun gun inside of it and put it back over his shoulder. he suddenly noticed something off. one of the rooms appeared to be unlocked and the front door was open. he went a little closer as the smell got worse. he analyzed the door. it had numbers on it. 502. it was wide open, with marks on the knob on the other side. like if it had hit the wall hard. that was when he realized the smell was coming from inside. he started walking further in aiming the gun in front of him. the apartment was a mess. The furniture literally smelled like shit. Koda thought to himself "wouldn't be surprised if there were human head in the fridge..". he decided to hunt for the smell. he scattered the apartment until he got to the bathroom door. the smell was strongest right there, so it must be coming from inside. he went out into the hallway and luckily found an emergency axe. "thought all these were gone by now" he thought, kinda giggling. he put his gun in his pants, smashed the dirty glass with his jacket around his elbow and took the axe. he went back into the room and stood in front of the door. he counted down. 3... 2... 1... THUD! Koda repeatedly hit the knob know with the axe, until there was a hole, unlocking the door.

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