There wasn't much noise coming from the building, and it looked fairly safe. The sun was already setting, casting long orange shadows across the cracked pavement outside. Before getting into any more trouble out there on the street, it's best to seek refuge inside before darkness falls completely. The air inside smells of dust and decay, with faint traces of mildew that tickle your nostrils. Your boots crunch on scattered debris as you cautiously step further into the main entrance hall. Now inside the building, there IS an actual noise that couldn't be heard from outside. It's the loud, frightening whining of a Witch, coming from one of the nearby rooms on the first floor. The sound sends a cold shiver down your spine - you've heard enough stories about these creatures to know better than to disturb them. Aside from that chilling sound, there doesn't seem to be any other infected activity on this level. Sunlight filters through grimy windows, creating streaks of light that illuminate swirling dust particles in the air. So you can take your time and search the other rooms for much-needed supplies - food, water, maybe even a weapon - or... go check on the weeping creature. The building creaks slightly as the wind picks up outside, and the Witch's sobbing grows momentarily louder. It's a decision that could mean the difference between life and death in this unforgiving world.