Take the Risk.

Like Predator Does Prey.

Step step step step.

All at a rapid pace, and down the awfully quiet sidewalk. A boy in a blue striped polo, khaki shorts, 2-striped socks, and velcro-strapped sneakers was the one running, like it was for his life. But he was not running for his life; it was for his dearest friend's. Cassie. Cassie meant the world and more to him. And with radio in hand, he set off to find her.

This boy was no regular little child, however; for he is the reason the building he is looking for was even the way it was now. Gregory is his name. And from his records, he poses as this soulless and selfish child. He was abandoned by his family for death, and sought for shelter, no matter the risk or cost. Only one of those rumors spread by the dwellers past the alleys were true. 

Finally arriving to the dreadful place he preached to himself to never return to, he reminded himself on why he was even there, and whom he was here for. Her. Only her. For her safety, and nothing else. And with that mindset, he looked around; left then right. And with no second ideas, he began to look for an entryway of any sort. And once one was found, he used that to get in.

He took a quick thud to the floor, the force moving his body weight to his feet. He gasped in a small bit of pain, but it was the least of his worries. He formed a straight posture again immediately, and now it was time to investigate. He looked at the ruined building that once shined with neon. He almost felt bad for what he did, but yet he still felt nothing. The only remorse he had was for Cassie, who got herself into his mess.

The rubble, the planks, and the high up areas were speculated. No signs of her at all. He grasped his radio with a shaky left hand. He turned it on, and screamed for her.
"Cassie!"
Nothing except the dreadful sound of static he received once before. He shook the little walkie-talkie in a mixture of rage and panic.
"Cassie!"
And the sound of white noise rang out once more. Nothing changed. He took a deep, shaky and aggravated breath. And once he finally gathered his painful bearings, he kept looking. Not only for her, now, but for that god-forsaken animatronic that he knew got her hurt in the first place; the one who mimics voices it hears. The Mimic. That hunk of metal had done him wrong for the final time. And if Cassie really was long gone, he'll find her body. Then, he'll have zero mercy in mind for this sad place, and burn it down to dust. He swapped his radio to his least-dominant hand; his right hand. And with the empty left hand, he bent down and grasped onto a metal rod of medium length, swinging it around before determining that it would work well enough.
He now hunted for that mechanical mistake; like predator does prey.