"Oh God."  Scott quickly covered his nose and mouth with his hand as the stench hit him.  It was clear, from the obvious state of ruin and decay, that this Burger Boy had been abandoned for a long, long time.  And that was weird; it looked like no-one had even<em>tried</em>to clean up.  They'd just...left it.  Like customers, employees, managers, had all just disappeared or something.   No doubt that anything left that had once been edible certainly wasn't so anymore.<br/><br/>Feeling faintly nauseous, Scott turned his attention to the booth from which came the sound of static and white noise.  Suddenly, a bad, bad feeling gripped him, and he was overcome by the inexplicable sense that he really shouldn't be here.  Despite his repulsion, he crept closer to the booth.  Maybe it was a HAM radio.  If it was, Scott would have no idea how to use it; but right now, suddenly, he found himself desperate for any evidence of human life besides himself and Deacon.<br/><br/>"Careful, Deacon," he warned, keeping his eye on the back of the place, even as he shuffled toward the sound.