Condemned Bar

Going into it, I didn't have the highest expectations of finding Rusell Myers. But we ventured in the bar anyways. Partly to humor Chad, and partly to pass time. We soon found that this bar was condemned. There were no tables or stools. There wasn't even a bar. There was, however many beer bottles scattered around the floor filled to various levels. This we believed ment there would be squatters. We walked all around the bar and through the kitchen. The only other signs of life we saw were broken glass, cigarette buds, and spilled grease everywhere. Things were looking grim,but as we got to the backdoor we noticed a stairway. Presumably leading to the basement. "You want to check it out?" Olivia asks. "You think he's down there?" Olivia shrugs. "I don't know. Who cares?"