After several takes,<a class="postlink" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/linda666/default/brandon-lee--large-msg-11665361533.jpg">Billy</a>was more than happy when he was asked to get a few shots of the scenery. He didn’t give anybody a chance to change their mind as he grabbed an extra battery and headed off. He probably wouldn’t need the battery but he would rather have it and not need it rather than the alternative. He had went over the history of the asylum during the trip, at least what information they had. The place had been shut down for most of a century and from the way the grounds looked, there had been no upkeep since then. Once you left the main entrance and wandered off, literally turned into a forest. The trees were spread out enough to get some good shots of the building itself but close enough to give the building more of an ominous look than it already had.<br/><br/>Billy had made it around to the back of the building where the grounds opened up quite a bit. He was backing up while looking through his camera when he heard a distinctive rattling sound. he stopped dead in his tracks and closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly he lifted the camera above his head where it would not obstruct his vision of the ground, at least any more than the knee length grass did. He silently asked himself why hadn’t he grabbed a machete from the van. When he did spot the snake to his left, it was clearly agitated, curled up and ready to strike. Moving slowly, Billy began to step back from the snake when a movement in his peripheral caught his attention. He thought he had seen something move in a window on the second floor and then the breeze brushed his cheeks. Some type of bird flew out of the window and  he quickly looked back down in time to see the tail of the snake disappear into the long grass.<br/><br/>He stood there for a moment before he exhaled and realized that he had been holding his breath. He laughed aloud at himself then continued filming. “Billy boy, this creepy old place almost got you.” He continued getting shots of the outside of the asylum and of the yard that surrounded the building. Even in its dilapidated state, it was easy to see grandeur that once existed here. If he hadn’t already known its history, he would have believed it to be a five star hotel in its time even if it was creepy as hell. “As much as I’d like to hang out back here, alone, for the rest of the day. I have a job to do. They’re bound to be finished shooting and ready to unload the van.” Hearing Billy talk to himself or to nobody in particular was a normal occurrence. Probably had to do with spending a lot of time alone as a child while his father worked insanely long hours. It also may have had to do with Billy being a well of bound up energy needing a vent.<br/><br/>Billy was like perpetual motion, constantly moving, which made him a good crew member but could be annoying when it was time to chill. This also was the source of his voracious appetite and the fact that when he crashed, he crashed hard. he was nowhere near his crash point now though. He was hyped and couldn’t wait to get inside the place. He was tired of walking around getting shots of trees and busted out windows. He made his way back to the others, keeping his camera rolling of course. He turned his camera on the crew as soon as they came into view. They seemed to be wrapping up the last take and about to unload the van. Billy moved directly towards the van and Gavin.<br/><br/>Billy opened the back doors on the van and placed his camera inside the back door. “Hey Gavin. Anybody mentioned when we might be going inside. I really want to get some shots of the inside of that place.” Billy could see Gavin was tired but Billy was actually hyped. He was glad to be out of the confinement of the van for so long and new jobs just juiced him up. He wanted to do everything he could before the crash came. He pulled a snickers and a water bottle from a cooler that was sitting near the back door of the van. He kept a supply of chocolate around as a fuel source and being extremely conscious of his dental hygiene, he kept a toothbrush and floss in the cooler as well. “Want a Snickers man? Maybe it’ll help perk you up a bit.”