In a situation like this people were always wary of what awaited them on the other side of a door. Nick was the same way. He really wasnâ€™t sure what the hell to expect, if there was anything at all. As badly as he wanted answers, and he was pretty certain that there would be some answers within this room, even if he already had one foot in the door so to speak, he was nervous. For a while he was just standing there in the doorway as if his body was rejecting his decision to enter the room. Try as he may to fight against it he just wouldnâ€™t budge. But then Erica seemed to move and with her, he went into the room as well.<br/><br/>The first thing he noticed about the room was the cold and felt like they had walked into a freezer of some sort. He was expecting the lights to come back on for a moment, but it seems that was not going to happen anymore. It was almost completely dark. In the dim, barely noticeable lighting he could make out silhouettes of things covered by what seemed to be a blanket hanging from the ceiling. The air, aside from being cold, was very damp and there was an odd smell that hit him every now and then. From what he could see there was still blood everywhere which gave the impression that this might be the same room. Blood seemed to cover every inch of this place; as far as he was concerned everything looked the same no matter how he looked at it. This room was no different than any of the other rooms they have been in so far.<br/><br/>If something made it special he was missing it completely. For now all he could say was at least the place had atmosphere. Feeling a shiver move down his spine he wrapped his arms around himself and dared to venture further into the room.<br/><br/>Nick had noticed there was something strange about this room aside from the part about it seeming a lot like some freezer. The blood wasnâ€™t something he was a stranger to anymore, too. In the center of a room was a little yellow marker with a black number five on it, surrounding it were several others counting back from that five, and a body covered by the same blanket that covered the hanging bodies lying on the ground, making it appear like there was a crime scene, all that was missing was the yellow tape that civilians were told to stay behind. When he looked at it his stomach became twisted up in knots; one of the items sitting by a yellow marker was a camera covered in blood. As it just so happened that particular camera was the one he thought he had lost a few years ago after a day of hiking through the woods.<br/><br/>What was it doing here? Why did this all seem familiar? There was something about this that seemed very off, it felt like one of those memories you place in the back of your mind for good reason. Part of him wanted to see what was under that blanket while the other half was telling him to just walk away and forget it. Would he allow his curiosity to get the best of him? As much as he wanted to, maybe it really would be better off for him to walk away. Being the coward he was that was just what he wanted to do however he knew that it was not that easy. Someone or something wanted him to remember this for some reason. And for some reason he was drawing a blank. He looked at Erica. Did she see this as well or was this horrid place giving her something else?<br/><br/>They were in the same area yetâ€¦ Could she see all of this? Maybe he was putting too much thought into it. The thought of someone being able to see his bad memories was kind of embarrassing. He hoped that she couldnâ€™t see this, to be honest.